Inspired by remembering the story I just told in this post. The concept of this thread is pretty self-explanatory, really.
Other stuff I’m amazed I got away with include a lot of high school high jinks, like one time in my senior year: I had sweet-talked a certain freshman girl into ditching school with me to participate in an afternoon of first-class debauchery, and I was in my car blasting Hieroglyphics with said freshman-ette, a prodigious chronic stash, multiple smoking implements, a veritable armory of condoms and a fresh bag of Bogota bullion in tow. I looked left, looked right, and pounced on my opportunity to make the escape. I just got out of the parking lot when I saw the biology teacher bringing her class back from a field trip. I knew this could have disastrous implications–the same teacher had caught me lying in the back of my car with a girl in my class and a box of whippits during her class not long before, though she didn’t see the whippits and probably assumed we were going to have sex (what do you say to that? “No, ma’am, no sex here, we’re just taking drugs!”). At this point it was pretty damn unlikely that I could get any further away from the school without getting noticed, and I didn’t want to risk sitting right outside the parking lot. So I quickly endeavored to sneak back in without being seen and save the party for another day.
But…you know how sometimes, you’re so freaked out that you don’t really look in your rear view or side mirrors because you don’t want to see anything else to make it even worse? You just kind of take a leap of faith? No? Well I do, because that’s the way I thought when I was 17.
Backed right into the engineering teacher’s truck with teacher in it.
I could only imagine the myriad of ways my life would change in the next few hours. I began to mentally count the offenses I was simultaneously committing, organized by legal importance (starting with the fact that I was already high as a kite at school) and estimate both the repair costs I would be paying that teacher and the prodigious amount of sucking-up I would have to do if I had any hope of passing his class.
Finally I realized I could hide from it no more, and I got out of my car to walk a very, very nervous few yards to his car. I transformed into blubbering-idiot mode and he gave me a stern lecture about blasting my music so loud I couldn’t hear a honking horn with my windows down ( :eek: ). Next thing I knew, I was walking away from the whole ordeal having suffered no repercussions whatsoever. I’ll never know for sure whether he spotted the girl in my car, and I know he didn’t see any of the drug/sex paraphernalia, but how and why he let me off without even asking me to pay his repair bill, I can only credit to the reputation I’d gained in my first three years as a straight arrow. The story of the boy who cried wolf, cuts both ways–establishing a good rep with the teachers and staff early bought me a lot of Get-Out-of-Jail-Free cards for later use in my wilder fourth year. There were other amazing getaways during my high school career, but I’ll consider this one substantial for the purposes of opening up this thread.
So, what did you get away with that you can only look back and shake your head at now?
(Disclaimer: Drugs is bad, don’t do 'em, this is all strictly historical.)