So much stuff..
Way back at school, its the early 90s, we all took our Walkmans in, we weren't supposed to because they might get pinched and then parents kick off, yadda yadda..
School were supposed to confiscate and provide child with a receipt for confiscated item, to be exchanged for said item on the next Friday afternoon.
Mine and a friends were confiscated by a teacher who was in my opinion then, a total tosser (And with the benefit of adult hindsight, I still think he was a total tosser, as I now realise did many of his colleagues)...
He banged on about how we couldn't be trusted, he had to take them for our own good, patronising wanker - and then refused to give a receipt for them - I have no idea why, it was school policy - and then sent us both to the headmaster for arguing with him.
So me and said friend waited til lunchtime, collared the little nerd from the year below us who was his particular 'pet' and distracted him whilst he was doing something legit in this teachers office, and pinched our items back.
Come friday of course, he couldn't hand over the items and we went to the headmaster who of course knew he had taken them... he paid out of his own money and I still don't feel sorry that we deprived him of around £80!
On holiday with my Dad.. I must have been 16, we were staying with a friends in a small village somewhere semi rural.
We went to the local pub, where I fell in with a girl of a similar age I knew a little bit and we both then met up with two lads of about 20ish... and went off with them.
To this day, my Dad is unaware that we then got in a car with these two boys who were almost certainly drunk, went to the home of one of them, smoked an impressive quantity of weed, had a lot of stoned sex, walked several miles home in the dark, crashed into her uncles house, smoked all HIS weed... and then back to where my Dad was staying where we ate about a months worth of cake and goodies (our host bought such things from a cash and carry in bulk)...
I was still absolutely wasted when he drove us home that evening and he either didn't notice, or decided to ignore it - but given this was the first time he'd been in charge of a teenage girl in his life (just after my parents split) all on his own... I suspect he just had no clue!
I thought I'd given the game away when I had the screaming ab-dabs when we stopped at a pub for lunch and in walked a Morris side all in black-face. I had to run out of the pub and was violently sick in the beergarden!
Am horrified in hindsight at all the stupid risks we took that night, but more astounded that my Dad was just so clueless! Where the hell did he think I was all night?!!