To ask - what have you unbelievably got away with?

[Mollymoo78]

Normally I get away with nothing, however there was one day not so long ago I had to get something from the server room at work and I accidentally knocked over some strange thing with lights on. It looked like Johnny Five's head and was rather warm. I put it all back and crept but when I got back to my desk they said everyone in the building had lost their connection to the system!! I kept nervously silent while the IT bloke spent the entire morning trying to sort it out, listening to my colleagues moaning about not being able to work. To this day they don't know it was me!

So has anyone else got something they secretly got away with and can't quite believe it?!

Oh, I scammed the mirror formula in my Physics O level as a previous examinee had kindly written it on the exam desk in biro.

Funny thread!
I never get away with anything useful... except I have had almost the exact same thing as bogeyface- messed up my car's bodywork, then been hit smack in the same place by someone that didn't stop coming out of a side road.
I did tell the insurance company. They just said don't worry about that, it will all be back to new.
And it was

I was interviewed by the Serious Fraud Office at 21.
I was blonde, big bust, and said I 'mostly answered the phone'.
They interviewed me twice, but I was convincingly 'ditzy'.
I was the PA to the CEO of a small Co.
We were in a relationship (both of us single so nothing 'wrong', but I didn't tell the SEO I knew him that well).
I had, in fact, just discovered what was happening (he in fact stole the pension pot of a Co he'd just bought, Robert Maxwell style), but didn't know the true scale of it.

Scared me silly.
I got away from him immediately, and warned the nice Accountant to look more closely at the Swiss Bank account details before I left.

I spent most of the 1990's pissed at work. To be fair it was an advertising agency and there was an in-house bar. I met DP at a different workplace and there was a lot of workplace shagging at first

A good friend used to park his car outside my house when I lived near a station. He once left it for a couple of day as he was away and said I could use it to go to a family event. I had my DN in the car and she opened the door onto a really spiky bush and scratched it quite badly. To my shame I didn't say anything but got away with it as he wrote it off on a roundabout the same day he collected it.

In sixth form, got caught laminating fake ids in head of years office. I said Id gone in for a stapler and found them on the laminater- was so shocked and horrified was just on my way to tell.... I managed to swipe mine and my friends from the confiscated pile. Blatant.

Same head of year, I was summoned to find out why I had stopped showing up on Friday mornings. I burst into tears, saying how hard I was finding it working late in a bar on school nights just to pay my way, and was too tired the next day. True. Except I used the money for partying which was probably the cause of my tiredness, and I skipped Fridays because I couldnt be bothered to go to PSE.

SAME head of year. Rang my dad to find out why I wasnt attending an important lesson. I had gone shopping with my friend. My dad actually covered me and said Id gone to an emergency dentists appointment, and grounded me when I got home.

I was a erm...sod....at 17.

Yet tbh I dont know if that head of year genuinely thought the sun shone out of me, or just couldnt be bothered. I feel quite guilty now!

Actually, in my defence, I didn't 'get away with it' as I didn't DO anything.
But I was becoming aware of huge lies and didn't let the SFO know of my suspicions as I was scared they'd think I had been involved / was getting something out of it and I absolutely wasn't and didn't. I wish now I had pointed them in the right direction, but I think it was so tied up in various offshore stuff that they'd have struggled anyway?

Still feel I dodged a bullet though! He went to prison.
And again later on for doing the same thing. Stealing people's pensions!
Revolting person he turned out to be

This was one an entire class got away with.

Second year secondary school ( now year 8)

End of year exams. We were sitting the maths paper first thing. Our form teacher, (a maths teacher) during registration, asked if there was anything we would like to quickly go over in the 20 minutes before the exam. We asked that she covered quadratic equations (which seemed to be the class bugbear) so she did.

The bell rang, teacher wished us luck and waltzed off to her next class leaving the solved equation on the board. We were taking the exam in our form room, which was unusual.

An English teacher (as in teacher of English) came in to invigilate and handed out the papers, warned us not to talk and then looked out of the window while we took the exam.

The very same quadratic equation was one of the questions. 😂

Exam over, we went to break and carried on our next exam.

After lunch, we went back to the form room for afternoon registration. Form teacher comes in, looks at the board with the solved equation clear to see, looks at the class, goes very red and quickly cleaned the board.

Needless to say that every one of us got the equation correct!

Form teacher never mentioned it again.

We stayed at a family-run hotel in Cornwall in the 70's. Very old-fashioned, rooms with bathrooms in the corridor, not en-suite. I looked at the locks on the bathroom door and worked out I could use a pencil to lock it irrevocably from the outside. So I got up in the middle of the night and did all of the bathrooms on each floor. In the morning I woke up to the sound of running and thumping and increasingly stricken yelps as people stampeded around trying to have a wee. The hotel had one door broken down as they thought someone had been taken ill inside, before they realised it was all of them.

The genuinely lovely couple who ran it came round every table at breakfast asking if anyone knew who could have done such a terrible thing. My parents shot a look at my older brother but didn't even consider sweet little toffeenose, age 7. I was actually holding the pencil I had used for the crime in my hand in my pocket.

First and last crime

Stig

I was absolutely furious with you for all of the really easy things that you have done that have impacted other people's lives negatively.

Then you redeemed yourself with the dog, and now I'lm in love with you.

You bastard!

*evil, not easy

I was at the cinema once with my boyfriend when I was 19 or so, filling a bag with Pick'n'Mix.

The fire alarm started going off and the cashier was getting very flustered and telling us to leave. I shovelled a pile of extra jelly spiders and blue cables into the bag to eat while we waited outside.

Once the fire alarm was over, we went back to the stand to pay, but no one returned to the cash desk and our film started, so we had a big bag of Pick'n'Mix for free. (It wasn't a victimless crime because I felt so guilty that not only did I not enjoy the sweets, I also have never had them since!)

Toffenose - that was very naughty and very funny!

I ordered an electric heater which when it arrived was slightly damaged at the back, you couldn't see this from the front and it seemed to work perfectly well but I informed the company and asked for it changing anyway, as I thought the damage could be indicative of other damage internally (and it cost me £85.00).
Company were really awkward about it, saying they couldn't swap it on any of the days I was at home ( I gave them several days / dates) so in the end I decided I'd just have to keep it but feel forever slighted every time I looked at it.
A few weeks later I got a letter from the company thanking me for returning the damaged item and refunding my £85.00 so now each time I use the heater I feel a nice little wave of getting away with it pleasure - it's always worked perfectly fine too

We sited our touring caravan on a seasonal pitch a few years ago at a Haven park which included use of all the facilities, pool etc.

We were there from April to November and used it most weekends and holidays, when not in use friends and family used it.

It should have cost us £2850, there was an error on the invoice and we only paid £900 for the whole season!

Of course we never said a word

I was in the bottom set for maths. The "O" level (I am ancient) was a 2 parter with one part being multiple choice. I was sat diagonally behind the girl who was top of the top set. I could see where she put her mark for each question. I had a very short internal moral dialogue with myself and then just copied her. I was the only one in the bottom set to pass the "O" level.

I can't think of anything but I love reading these and STIG I also absolutely love you for saving the dog! 🐶❤️

I have def been paid a lot of money for doing absolute fuck all over the years. I had one job where I rocked up logged onto the Internet and browsed for 8 hours. I also used to just leave and go out on the piss if I fancied it. Them were the days

Back in the 90s it got to the pre gcse mock exams - I struggled with maths a lot so my parents very helpfully rang up the exam board to see if there were any practice papers you could purchase that would help me get used to the question format etc (this was pre-internet days!)

Anyhow, practice papers arrive in the mail, practised through the holidays. Gets to maths mock exam day. The paper we were presented with in class was the practice paper provided by the exam board

Needless to say I did very well in my maths mock gcse.....

I somehow managed to get away with driving around for an entire year with no road tax and 6 months without MOT.

I don't know what on earth happened! Between moving house twice I hadn't got a reminder in and it went straight to the back of my head... couldn't actually believe the DVLA website when it said my tax was out of date by a year!!!

Immediately taxed and MOT'd the car and have heard nothing since...

Buying loads of stuff at b&q doing up our house, the checkout people obviously scan all the stuff for you but when you have big stuff you leave it in the trolley.

Every single time I've been I've got something for free.

First time we got 5 7ft tall strips of beading free, guy just didn't notice even when I said have you scanned these he just looked at me so I thought of he must have, checked receipt he hadn't.

Second time I got a rather large piece of skirting board free - same thing again

Last time I got a big sheet of wood for free because the nice man who cut it for me said oh that bit hasn't got a barcode on just tell them you've got two (when it was actually three) so I did

I fear going back in case there is a wanted poster with my face in it

Got a tattoo in the late 80s in a heroin riddled area. needle was not sterile. Did not get ill.

Hitch hiking in stupid places.

Being abroad with no health cover, dicking about climbing trees, etc.

They were all a while ago, but this week ... I [whisper] took a flight with nail clippers in my hand luggage.... I don't know why I'm not in Guantanamo.

I went into a high end decoration shop to choose some items that required buying a colour sample first. I strolled in and cheerfully said good morning to the staff member behind the counter. She didn't reply. I thought - never mind, she probably didn't hear me.

I asked a question as I browsed but I was met with a dramatic sigh and "there it is" reply.

When I went to the counter to pay for the items, I was quite chatty as I was very happy to be in the store and I was enjoying choosing stuff for the house. She didn't reply or look at me just got a bag and took my money.

I fell into an awkward silence as I sadly assumed I wasn't posh enough for the shop. But then, she gave me my change but also the £20.00 note I had given her. She also did another dramatic huffy sigh so it only I took a tiny moment for me to make the decision to leave with the now "free" items and my original money and the change.

Really happy I got away with it and I still don't care her till was short that day.

This is kind of a double one.

In my final year at uni I turned up for a supervision with an eminent expert in the field, who had asked me to prepare by reading a collection of poetry by a particular writer. I was reasonably hard-working at uni, but had terrible trouble with this particular module and had pretty much given up on it. I hadn't read a word of the poetry collection. Whilst waiting outside Dr K's room I quickly scanned the table of contents with no particular plan in mind.

When the supervision started, the first question he asked was which of the poems had stood out most in my mind. I stammered out the only title that I could remember and he absolutely lit up. Spent the rest of the supervision enthusing about that particular piece, whilst I nodded sagely, agreed wholeheartedly and frantically scribbled down notes of everything he said, to avoid it turning into a real conversation in which my arsery would be exposed.

Several months later came the night before my final exam for that module. Again, I had done fuck all. I didn't even have the motivation to panic about it. I knew there would be a choice of two questions: either an essay on one of the set texts I was meant to have read, or a practical criticism question. Practical Criticism was the bane of my life, so I was relying on the essay question, despite not having properly read most of the books. I opened my folder and read one page only - the notes I'd taken the day of that supervision. Not even particularly to revise them - more out of amusement about the day I'd got away with it.

Opened the exam paper the next day and the essay question was on a book I hadn't read. But the Practical Criticism... . I sat there furiously regurgitating everything my professor had said on that day, and got a higher mark for that paper than for some of the ones I'd actually worked for.

Having unprotected sex with dozens of men in my 20s and somehow not contracting one STD nor getting pregnant despite erratic Pill-use.

Also fairly heavy drug-use during the same period but not developing a cocaine/crack addiction or having an overdose or something horrendous.

People who know me now would really have no idea how different my life could have been. Scary. And now I have a DD of my own who'll be making her own mistakes in 15 years

Many years ago I was horribly overdrawn (due to my ex MIL) and for some reason my then ex DP suggested that I took her Christmas shopping, whilst out she found an outfit that she liked, suggested that I pay for it as her Xmas present from ex DP, that he later refund me. Anyhow card got declined. Sales assistant didn't notice, I got a receipt (in those days it was a separate PDQ to till) and my ex DP paid me back the money.

We bought an expensive TV from a well known retailer a few years back. After a few weeks, we decided that the sound quality was so bad, it was probably a fault in the product.

The Shop arranged to collect the telly and they left us with a really nice replacement to use while ours was being repaired.

After a week, the shop brought our telly back. Our eldest DD let them in and she just signed for the fixed telly and off they went.

I came downstairs and saw the TV was back - but asked why they hadn't taken the replacement back. DD was all "don't ask me..."

I rang the shop to tell them about three times, they just said the company who did repairs for them would sort it. They never did and we've still got the replacement telly and very good it is too.