Friends Locked This Guy Out Of His Own Camper Because “There Wasn’t Enough Room”, He Packed And Drove Away The Next Day.

It is frequently difficult to admit that the individual you consider a friend or even best friend does not care as much for you as you do for them. Read the story why this man had a fight with his best friend and let us know what you would have done in the situation.

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So for background, my best friend has gotten into going to these Spartan races. He and a small group of his friends have started going to local ones but recently heard about one in another state they wanted to go to and compete in, but they didn’t have anywhere to stay. So they asked me if they could borrow my truck and trailer (I have a tow behind camper) for the weekend. I said no, I wasn’t comfortable with them taking my truck and trailer but that I’d drive them and the camper to their event. We made the three hour trip and set everything up in the area where the race was taking place the next day.

I have a habit of leaving my keys on a hook next to the door to my bedroom in my camper. Remember this. Come nightfall, I went to take a phone call outside and ended up wandering around the grounds for over an hour. When I got back to the camper, the door was locked, and I was told by my best friend’s older friend through the window that there wasn’t enough room for me in MY trailer.

So I reached for my keys to unlock the door, but realized I had left them inside the camper on the hook in my room. So I called my best friend from outside and all I was told was “sorry bro, nothing I can do”. So I ended up sleeping in my truck that night, which I had fortunately left unlocked by accident. Their race began at 8 am, and at 7, they came meandering out of the trailer and woke me up. No apology, by the way.

So while they were in their race, I hooked my truck back up to the trailer, closed and locked everything, and waited until just after they finished and had started walking back to the trailer (think really wide open field). When I saw them coming, I started the truck and drove off the property. With them chasing behind. I made the three hour trip back home declining call after call.

When I finally got home, I finally took my best friend’s call. He started yelling at me saying “why would you do this? We have no way home now”. I just said sorry, you shouldn’t have made me sleep in my truck after I did you this solid.

He told me that there were better ways to handle this than by leaving them in an unfamiliar city with no way home. I think he ended up calling his dad to come and get them.

Is he right? Was there a better way to handle this? I felt justified until he said that. I am kinda doubting my decision now. Am I the Jerk?

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