When I was 15, I got caught stealing cigarettes from the local grocery store. Instead of calling the police, the store manager decided that they were going to hold me until my Dad came to pick me up. Only problem was, my Dad worked as a truck driver at a steel mill...so he was unable to receive calls at work, and this was well before cell phones were common place. And since he was working an 18 hour shift that day, they would've had to keep me there until after close, so they agreed to allow my neighbor to pick me up. Fortunately, she was 18 and had no type of contact with my family outside of me, even though I told them she had been my baby sitter growing up and would be sure to relay the info to my old man. Nevertheless, the manager insisted on getting in touch with my Dad, so this was going to get dicey if I didn't think fast. The following day, I had one of my older male friends come over and call the manager. He pretended to be my Dad, and she bought it hook, line, and sinker. This, despite him really going the extra mile by explaining that he was going to kick my ass all over the neighborhood and that I wasn't going to see the light of day until I was 18. To this day, my Dad still doesn't know that it happened. I am 36 years old. I might actually tell him about it tomorrow, just for shits and giggles.