What's the Worst Thing You've Gotten Away With?

I could tell you, but then I'd have to ...

err, nevermind, said to much.

drinking straight out of the milk jug....oh, wait, I didn't get away with that

i never got away with it because i remember it each day.

interesting question though

One time, speeding on an Interstate, I came over a small overpass and there was a Kentuky cop in the median using his radar. We kind of looked astonished at each other as I flew by him. Me for being surprised at seeing him there and him probably because he couldn't believe someone was speeding by him like that.

I knew I was caught and he turned on the blues, did a u-turn in the median to face the right way, and waited for an opening in the traffic to pull out onto the highway. He was at the base of the small bridge so couldn't see past it and cars were flying over. Since the road had a slight uphill grade, I was able to look in the rearview and see that the line of cars comming up to that little bridge was solid for as far back as I could see. At least a mile. I hit the gas and laughed for the next fifteen miles.


Richard

In High School, a traffic cop yelled at us for throwing napkins out of the window (I agree - my friend did it). But she wanted me and my friend to pull over and pick up all of the trash at that intersection. It was a dangerous intersection. We were late for class. She should have given me a ticket.

So we just drove off to class. I guess she agreed, cos nothing came of it. She was really mad in my rearview mirror, though

PS - that's not the worst, technically, but I'm not going there

Monopoly money. I thought it was the real thing.

Pesky bank, it tricked me!

They made me stick to driving the getaway car after that.

Not the worst by far, but I was sleep deprived, angry, and a little confused driving to drop my son off a couple of weeks back, and I realized I had forgotten something essential. I was stopped at a red left turn light, and decided to just run it since no one else was going. That's running a red light, making a U-turn at a no u-turn sign, with earbuds in my ears. Three moving violations.

I looked out my window as I drove away, and made eye contact with the cop that I hadn't realized had been stopped right next to me. He mouthed the words "what the fuck" as I drove off. I fully expected to see the blues in the rearview within 5 seconds, but apparently he had a more important call. It did make me decide to calm down and stop being such an idiot, though.

I once cheated to win a game of pool against my husband Only time I ever beat him.

Some of y'all would have a heart attack if I told even half of the stuff I've gotten away with.

I got away with an awful lot of hitchhiking. Never got raped or murdered; always got picked up by nice people, who usually gave me a lecture about the dangers of hitching.

I had a '72 camaro in high school. It was a great car. Amazing I didn't kill myself with it.
Since high school was fifty miles from home, I found myself late a lot. The first twenty was winding gravel road, so I would try to make up time once I hit the black top highway.

One morning I popped over a hill and a highway patrolman was coming the other way. I was sure I was nailed, but he just gave me a look and shook his finger, while mouthing the words, "slow down".

That's all I will admit to.

Towards the end of my senior year of high school, I got a little gutsy. I snuck into the auditorium during class with a couple of other students, which was a no-no by itself, but then we used a ladder to climb to the light panel area and then climbed up a locked-off ladder from there to the catwalk. That was a big no-no. We did get caught by the tech guy, but we climbed down and ran like heck when he went to get the principal.

This was about a week before graduation, and I had never done anything this risky in my school career, so I was freaked that we weren't going to walk or something. But I went to school the next day...and never heard anything about it. Phew.

Also, during choir tour, a few of us snuck out of hotel room and walked a couple blocks to a Seven Eleven at night. Leaving the hotel rooms after curfew themselves was expressly forbidden by the rules we had agreed to follow by coming, but...that didn't stop us. Still nothing compared to a couple of years earlier in New York City when a few kids took a cab around the city in the middle of the night.

Yup. That's about it. I'm sure not very edgy.

When I was about 7 I 'borrowed' paste from a five 'n dime. I felt so guilty I made my mother bring it back and I stayed home with my sister. lol.

When I was about 17, I was having an overly emotional teenage angst moment (a breakup, if I recall), and was doing some therapeutic crying n driving...doing the latter a wee bit faster than the law allows. When the cop pulled me over, he took one look at me and said, "If you think crying is going to get you out of this ticket, you've got another thing coming." I went from tears to bitch mode so fast your head would've spun. I flipped. The fuck. Out.

The cop stepped back, eyes wide, and said, "You know, we'll just call this a warning and I'll let you be on your way."

Another time, I was speeding on an interstate in Virginia. It was late at night, I was in the passing lane, and there were a few cars in the right lane. I went blazing past the cop's little hidey-hole, and I knew I was busted even before he turned on his lights. I was probably doing 15 or 20 over, knowing me.

However, he still had to pull out onto the interstate and get up to speed. He turned, put on his lights, and went screaming down the passing lane...right past the little blue Toyota that had discreetly fallen into ranks with the cars in the right lane.

I lied about my weight on my driver's license.

I painstakingly researched, referenced, and footnoted a particular mental disorder. Then I practiced and roll-played for the moment I knew was coming. Once I got my new therapist, it took six months, but I managed to convince him that he was brilliant and that I was fine.

The statute of limitations has not expired on it yet so I can't really discuss it.

I never get away with anything. And even if I did, I'd probably confess eventually to clear my conscience.

It's not that I want to be honest to a fault. It's mainly that I don't have a very long memory for keeping untruths straight, AND on top of that, I just never really mastered that whole "knowing when it's best to keep your mouth shut about certain things" talent that other people seem to have.

In short: I suck at lying.

When I was about 6-7ish I took a handful of bulk dog food out of a bin at the grocery store and put it in my pocket.

It won't surprise anyone that this is a really lame story.

Cella said:

When I was about 6-7ish I took a handful of bulk dog food out of a bin at the grocery store and put it in my pocket.

It won't surprise anyone that this is a really lame story.

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Ah, ha! I knew I'd seen your face on a poster in the Post Office.

I spent like four months working the 3am-8am shift at a store, which involved me walking at 2am from the apartment complex, down the street where people tend to drive through red lights at that hour, and over a dark bridge overtop some rather cold water...and never once got harassed by anyone.
I walked around a VERY bad neighborhood where gunshots were going off every night. It was around 2am I think, and I'm walking all around the neighborhood looking for my little sister...could'a had a lot more happen than just getting shot.

Erm...After band practice every day, and especially after parades on Saturdays I would go hang out at my boyfriend's house while his parents weren't around, then go home late and give the excuse that the first few buses didn't show up, or we had to stay late.

Oh yeah, livin' on the edge, baby

Disclaimer: All of this stuff was either before or during high school. I have not knowingly broken the law (except for going 5-10 over the speed limit on highways) since high school.

I'm not sure the statute of limitations is up on some of the stuff I've done in my youth, but here goes anyway:

"Borrowed" the same car twice
Stole over $250 in books from B&N and Borders
Walked out with probably $50-75 in food from various convenience stores
Evaded police several times to avoid tickets
"Borrowed" probably a total of $1 000 from a bank I worked at (I actually did return all of it and was never caught)

There are less terrible things as well. Needless to say, I am quite reformed and would not even dream of doing such things now. You can pick which one is the worst.

yeah, but you didn't steal any dog food, so....