What have you been caught doing???

NCWayne

Well-known Member
My wife and I were talking this evening about a young, ex-friend of mine, that I recently ran off after he turned from a nice kid into an arrogant little ------ Can't say those words here----. Anyways, he found out this afternoon that the car he had left sitting in my way for the last year had recently met the repo man.....guess he shouldn't have cursed me and ticked me off when I didn't kiss his --- like he wanted. All it took was a phone call and the nice lady was more than willing to get it picked up and moved out of my way....LOL

Anyways, he called me this afternoon and started running his mouth about the repo, the stuff he had left in the car, etc, along with the usual lying. The funny thing is for the majority of his lies, I already knew the real story because I had heard it from the folks on the other side of the equation. Folks like the deputy that served him, and the lady at the bank that had the repo done. Heck, we got a call when he was served yesterday, and I got a call from the bank lady today, right after he called her, to let me know he was on a rant. Too, I knew from something else someone had said that he did one thing yesterday in one direction when he was telling me he did another in the total opposite direction. In other words for every lie he told I already knew the truth. It seemed to really blow his mind that I knew all of these things given the pause, and stumbles to recover, each time I called him on something.

That said, I'm only 46, but I know a lot of different people, across a lot of different lines of work. In other words I can get tapped into a pretty good grapevine of information when I need to.

Sorry for the long lead in, but I remember growing up I could never seen to get away with anything without Dad knowing about it. Once, in high school, I ran out of gas in Charlotte on my way downtown to the main library to do some research for a school paper. I got the truck rolled back into a parking lot, out of the road, ran to get some gas from the nearest station, and got myself back going. I never saw anyone I knew, or had anyone stop to help. When I got home that evening the first thing Dad asked was how things had gone, and had anything happened. I said no. Heck, I really didn't think the truck running out because I was stopped on a hill, and me getting it going myself was anything really worth mentioning...not to mention I was sort of embarrassed about the whole incident too. The funny thing is Dad already knew what had happened, he just wanted to see what I had to say on the matter. To this day I have no clue how he found out about me running out of gas without me telling him. He was always like me, knew people everywhere, so I can only imagine someone he knew saw me and passed the story on. One thing, it always made me think before I did anything because it was like he had eyes everywhere....and in reality I think he almost did at times....LOL

Now, with the network of people I know, and sometimes being able to blow a younger kids mind with the things I find out on them, I'm finally starting to understand how things work.

So, that's my story. Now, what kinds of things did you guys do that no one knew about, when you did it....and there was no way anyone could know about it.... but you later found out that SOMEONE, like your Mom or Dad, did know and you were, as they say, busted?

So, come on, fess up. I know with this group, there have got to be some really good stories out there.
 

I'm pretty sure my father knew every dad gum cop in town. :oops: Lost my car for a couple of weeks one time. I wish they would have just given me a ticket...but nooooo, they would just call him sometime after stopping me for a good talking too. :roll:
Kind of like getting in trouble at school back in the 60's. I got it there and then got it again when I got home. :evil:
 
when I was a kid in NJ dad had a part time gun smithing business he ran out of our basement. He did cops guns for less and the cops knew it. So it a cop saw me hanging out with someone he thought I should stay away from dad would get a call and I'd get questioned about it. Man I couldn't do anything in Jersey.

The are we moved to in MN in 72 is rural. After I joined the army and us guys were sitting around shooting the breeze people would start talking about their home town. When asked about mine I would tell em "it's so small and rural you don't have to tell mom or dad/wife anything, by the time you drive home some neighbor had already caked and told them everything". It's about the truth too.


Rick
 
When I was in High School, I was imbibing with some of my buddies on the football team outside our local pizza joint. All of a sudden a MO State Trooper pulls up and we were BUSTED.

He took one look at me and said "Andy, does your Daddy know you"re out here?" I said "No Sir". He said "Do you want to keep it that way?" Of course I said "Yes Sir". To that he said "Then get your big country a$$ home and stay there"!!! "Yes Sir"....

About six years later I was a best man at a friends wedding. Guess who I ran into at the reception? That same Trooper. He had since retired but we shared a good laugh and a frosty beverage.
 
A buddy and I got "reported" for drag racing in a high-end residential neighborhood. We were fishing in the river when the city cop showed up, so we weren't really caught per say. He told us to tell our parents and he would call later to make sure we did. We knew either way we were in deep doo doo. Dad took my driving privileges for a month. Only time being grounded stuck.

Larry
 
Small town(less than 2K people). Dad was VP of the bank and Mom was the school nurse, youngest of four boys. To say that everybody knew me is an understatement. I never did anything that my parents didn't find out about, most of the time it was before I got home!!!
 
Almost got busted while being parked in my truck with my wife, (when we were young) We got our clothes on in time..........Wink, Wink :)

Overall I was a good kid, I learned from the mistakes of my buddies.
 
Oh, yeah! I was headed back to college from a weekend at home and was driving at close to the speed limit. I passed a broken-down car and, a mile or so up the road, it hit me that the car looked like one of my friend"s cars at college. I turned around and went back to check, driving at about 85 mph (running a little late already). It wasn"t my friend, so I reversed directions and headed to school at legal speed.

Somehow, in that one little mile I was speeding, 50 miles away from home, someone that knew my dad met me speeding and promptly ratted me out!
 
When I was in grade school I got paddled for I can't remember why. When I got home Dad asked if it hurt, I don't know how he found out. The only licking I ever got in school.
 
I got caught dating 3 different girls at the same time. The one that my folks liked came into town by bus and I went to pick her up. On the way out of the city, one of the girls was standing at a bus stop. I had a one-of-a-kind paint job on the car so she recognized me right away. Out of town on the highway, I met the other girl and her mother.

Two of the girls hinted around that we should get married; I never talked to the 3rd one again as she had a terrible temper. I didn't marry any of them, much to the disappointment of my mother.
 
My story is just the oposite. My friends cousin wanted to drive Lee"s new car. So Lee let me drive. Going down a steep hill he had it doing 90 when we saw the cop. Dad was a State Patrol dispatcher and had worked the night shift. My Dad told me at breakfast the next day about it. And I replied, "I know, I was in the backseat."

My Dad sent me home to get the truck. I had never using anything but first gear before. So I shifted to second as I headed down the driveway. When I got to the road I forgot about slowing down and went acrossed the neighbors yard and then moved over onto his driveway. As Dad was heading back out of the neighbors driveway he saw the tracks and asked if that was me. Of course I said Yes.
 
Shortly after I was married, came home from a trip to town,met by very upset wife , "Who was that girl in your truck?"
Wow hadn't any idea what she was talking about," I didn't have any girl in my truck", then I rembered I had given my little sister a ride home. The wife to this day(40 years) won't tell me who called her. joe
 
My buddy had a 58 Olds tank. Late one night we were out running the roads. Missed a turn and slid into a farmers yard. Knocked down the mailbox,tore up a fence line and destroyed a flower bed.

No lights came on in the house. So we thought we were in the clear.Next morning I met Dad at the table.All he said was hurry up and eat.Then get on down to Mr Thomas house. You three have some work to do. Never heard the phone ring or any cars come to the house. Never did tell me how he found out.
 
Boss asked me if I did something wrong I told him only if he can prove it! Good think he had a sense of humour.
One time I was discing for a neighbor close to town down local lover"s lane they had two wheel drive truck and I had four wheel well the wife was supposed to come in and get me she was afraid of getting stuck so I told her to bring mine so far so good on the way out of lover"s lane she spotted a clump of flowers she wanted to stop and get some ok no problem well on the end of the lane met a guy going in to work his ground naturally she had to wave with a handful of flowers .ok I"m coming out of lover"s lane in my truck with the neighbors wife and she"s got a handful of flowers he must not have believed his eyes never heard anything about it
 
My father-in-law never locked his overhead gas tank. No one ever bothered it. One day he pulled in the lane and caught the township road commissioner, who was a splendid citizen, filling up a 5 gallon can from his tank. The road commissioner was a nervous wreck, having been caught, and insisted that Bill look inside his front door, which was also never locked, for a five dollar bill for the gas. (Gas was 30 cents a gallon then) The money was there, and they had years of fun with the story. The road commissioner had ran out of gas around the corner past the lane. He lived a few miles down the road, and thought he could make it home on an empty tank.
 
Being young and reckless/dumb and living in a very small town with a lot of family in it I have been caught many times doing stupid stuff. Never anything serious but always being a little mischievous. My sister and I always said that our parents knew what we did within a minute of us doing it. And they always did too. I remember my pap asking my cousin and I if we enjoyed throwing some gas on the fire one night we were at the pavilion. Never figured that one out but my dad was mad and my pap told my dad it might have been himself that left the gas out. Dad left and pap told us just to not do it ever again. We never did. Gosh do I miss that old man.
 
This is kinda along the same line.

Back in the late 80's I had to travel in my work, usually two or three days at a time, spending nights in motels while I was out. I had been out for three nights and was coming up my drive and saw my dad sitting on a stump out by the drive. My parents and I lived on ten acres out in the country next door to each other. I stopped and he handed me a package that had come earlier that day in the mail. Confused, I asked him why he was there waiting to give it to me.

The bottom line is that it was from one of the motels I had stayed at the first night out. Turns out I had left a travel clock there and someone was kind enough to mail it to my home address. I'm not sure what my dad was thinking, but he wanted me to get it before anyone else on the place saw it just in case...At the time I was in my forties, I appreciated his protecting me but I questioned what he thought of me as well!
 

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