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Ever get caught out?

K'Ehleyr

K'Ehleyr

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My son had a chum sleepover last night. Keifer, couldn't be more 16 if put together by a ad agency ~ black t-shirt, droopy jeans, long hair and 'teen complexion', but he said hello to me, strung sentences together and said 'thanks for having me' this morning, so ok.
Son said 'I told you he was ok'
'Yes, but I could have done without both of you sneaking out of the window to the copse in the middle of the night for a smoke'
Indignant look, then useless attempt at 'we didn't :rolleyes:'
'I am your mother ~ I know everything'. Cue much huffing and puffing.

Moral is ~ don't leave both of your pairs of shoes by the frontdoor where I saw them at 2am and where they weren't at 7am when I got up to feed cat ;)

But to put in into perspective it's not as bad as when I got caught out at 17 ~ by the police waking my parents up at 4am because my car had been stolen from Croydon and written off. I was suppose to be at a friends locally but thought 'dinner' with a black stripper in London would be more fun! And I loved that Capri ;)

So have you ever been caught out, or caught someone out? And what excuses magically came to mind?
 
I never, ever snuck out of the house. I had no reason to. My parents trusted me, and as long as I was home at a reasonable hour it was okay.
 
In order for sneaking out to be worthwhile, you need to have somewhere to go that you couldn't go normally. I never really had such a place.
 
I went "missing" for a weekend back in early 2000's... I went out with friends, met someone, and decided to spend the weekend. Trouble is, I hadn't told my mother I wasn't coming home. I had cleverly forgotten my mobile, so had no way to let her know. I thought she'd be okay, because I was a grown woman, and if she called me, she would hear the mobile in the house and figure out that was the reason I hadn't called her. So there was not a thought in my mind there was any problem at all.

I got home Sunday after having left Friday night, my mother asked me where I'd been, I told her I was with colleagues, she said that was impossible because she had phoned every last one of them from my mobile, to find out where they has seen me last, because she thought I had been kidnapped or something... I came home to find I had even been reported to the police as missing, my mother was rummaging for recent photos... mortifying! So, yeah, I got caught out, she actually phoned people I have to work with! I was the butt of so many jokes! :lol:
 
Nope I haven't.

Then, my parents weren't the smartest; My sister used to have a milk crate to stand on under her window so she could get back in... dad swore a great lot about that crate mysteriously appearing and kept re-appearing in his rose bed but never made the connection :guffaw:
 
There was one particularly famous incident the year my aunt, uncle and teenage cousin came for a visit. My aunt, my dad's younger sister, fights with him constantly whenever they are in the same room together. After two days of this straight, my cousin and I were pretty much fed up with it. So we, along with my friend, decided we'd go for a walk down to the beach. We told my dad where we were headed and he said "okay", but he was in the middle of an argument with my aunt about something and he apparently didn't actually register what I'd said, just reflexively answered.

Because while the three of us were on the beach, and were actually VISIBLE from the windows of our house, my aunt and dad finally ended their argument, temporarily at least, and noticed that we were not there anymore. My aunt then panicked and demanded that my parents call the coast guard to search for us. That is, instead of turning her heard, like, 90 degrees and looking out the freaking windows. My parents did as she requested, and the coast guard actually came out, to find the three of us sitting out in the open on an empty beach in absolutely no danger whatsoever and not hidden in the least.

That was 10 years ago. My relatives have not visited us since.
 
Starbreaker said:
I never, ever snuck out of the house. I had no reason to. My parents trusted me, and as long as I was home at a reasonable hour it was okay.
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Lindley said:
In order for sneaking out to be worthwhile, you need to have somewhere to go that you couldn't go normally. I never really had such a place.
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It wasn't the place ~ it was what they were smoking :shifty:

An Officer said:
I went "missing" for a weekend back in early 2000's... I went out with friends, met someone, and decided to spend the weekend. Trouble is, I hadn't told my mother I wasn't coming home. I had cleverly forgotten my mobile, so had no way to let her know. I thought she'd be okay, because I was a grown woman, and if she called me, she would hear the mobile in the house and figure out that was the reason I hadn't called her. So there was not a thought in my mind there was any problem at all.

I got home Sunday after having left Friday night, my mother asked me where I'd been, I told her I was with colleagues, she said that was impossible because she had phoned every last one of them from my mobile, to find out where they has seen me last, because she thought I had been kidnapped or something... I came home to find I had even been reported to the police as missing, my mother was rummaging for recent photos... mortifying! So, yeah, I got caught out, she actually phoned people I have to work with! I was the butt of so many jokes! :lol:
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Very resourceful of your Mum though :lol: *mental note ~ must remember that* :devil:

trekkiedane said:
Nope I haven't.

Then, my parents weren't the smartest; My sister used to have a milk crate to stand on under her window so she could get back in... dad swore a great lot about that crate mysteriously appearing and kept re-appearing in his rose bed but never made the connection :guffaw:
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I was never snuck out of my parents' house because I was a mostly obedient and innocent girl growing up but really the fact that we have some crazy security system is what really prevented me from doing anything.

Most of my experiences in getting caught have to do with, er, romantic escapades. The first one was with my then-boyfriend in high school when his mom walked in on us. We thought she was asleep! His family was Mormon, so it didn't go over well. I didn't go back over to their house for a looooong time.

Then there was the time in our early stages of dating when my husband and I were in a car, only to be disturbed by a cop knocking at the window. Once again, I was mortified, and praying that my parents wouldn't hear of it and ship me off to India or something.

I did once get carried away in high school and stayed out till I think 2am with a guy, totally unaware of the time (I had a 1030PM curfew). I rushed home, sure that my parents had called the police by then or that I'd at least be in horrific trouble. But instead I found out that my brother was just waiting up for me and my parents had told him "Wake us up if she's not home by the time you go to bed." Apparently being responsible most of the time meant they overlooked it if I slipped up once or twice.
 
Never snuck out cause there's hardly every any thing worth sneaking out for around here. When I was in highschool most of the "wild"-- god damn liberal music playing, open mic reading hippies!-- people I knew were in Knoxville-- 90 to 120 minute drive away; so not worth the time. And the ideal of a "wild party" around here was/is getting drunk, going down to the lake with a .22 and plinking beer cans.

Now my aunts and uncles and a few cousins...well local law enforcement was and is on first name basis with a few of them.
 
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K'Ehleyr, I gotta ask this.

Your son's friend's name is Kiefer? So when you caught him, did he yell out "DAMMIT! We don't have time for this!" or "WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?!?!?" :lol:
 
One thing I know to do as a parent is never tell the kid how you caught them, because they will adapt quicker than the Borg! They will figure out how they got caught and get better at it.
 
Mr. Laser Beam said:
K'Ehleyr, I gotta ask this.

Your son's friend's name is Kiefer? So when you caught him, did he yell out "DAMMIT! We don't have time for this!" or "WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?!?!?" :lol:
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:guffaw: Don't! I had to resist saying 'I've always admired your father Donald' all night.

And thanks to all others, but at the moment I still win with the black stripper, An Officer and Goji coming a close second with having the authorities alerted and credit to Kestra for being caught out 3 times in 'romantic interludes' and for having a cool brother :techman:
TGS ~ you need to move ;)
LF ~ good advice, will rotate settings accordingly :)
 
No, never really snuck out or did anything "bad," I'm pretty much a good girl. Also, my dad is a cop, so there was no reason to even bother trying if I had had anything bad to do. One time my dad THOUGHT I was doing something sneaky. My friend (who my dad didn't like because he was bisexual) and I were just walking down my street around dusk. My dad was driving home from work and we saw his lights coming and for some reason decided to jump behind a bush. It was just us being funny, wasn't even something I remembered, but when I came in later my dad started freaking out because he was sure we'd been hiding something behind that bush.

Actually there are a lot of instances where my parents thought I had been doing something wrong when I really hadn't. Even though I was very good they never really trusted me.
 
I never really snuck out, I was trying my best to stay way from the outside world and the town we lived in when I was a teen since it was full of people who picked on me all the time.
 
I got caught out all the time & my mother just rolled her eyes at my older sister who'd snitch on my ass if I so much as tried to go to school, then doubled back as soon as everyone else left & played hookey. But if I ratted on her, I'd get the same kind of beatdown by my sister that OJ laid on Nicole Brown-Simpson.

I lived in a trailer park as a kid & had arms small enough to fit through the window slots & "pop" the push-in knob lock mechanism as it didn't have a deadbolt to go with it.

My sister did me something of a favor & sabotaged any attempt at getting laid by telling all the girls (anywhere within plausible/feasible one-night-stand age range) about every disgusting habit I had.

My sisters' girlfriends sought all the local strutting sugar daddies, hooked-up, had short-lived "marriages" (if you could call them that,) had kids in their teens, or ended-up in jail with their sugar daddies, in Vancouver emergency homeless shelters or dead like my mom's brothers.
 
I never sneeked out. I got locked out of my house a few times by accident (Yay for dog door), but that's all that could remotely fit the question.

By the way, what does "copse" mean?
 
Sadly, no. I wasn't very outgoing when I was a teen and didn't have too many friends. Years later when I was living in another country, my parents urged me to have more fun and go out more, which I did with my friends. I'd party til the break of dawn. It was fun.
 
Me, the very good daughter, went out partying on end-of-school... Decided to get drunk with my friends. And I did. Yes indeedido. I came home with my white jeans totally green from rolling in the grass and my hand cut up with a scar running clear across my palm - something I had managed to get while tumbling over some tree-stump in the forrest. I had to wake up my mom to get her to clean the wound. So.. busted.
 
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