I stole a car

[FastCargo]

Mistaken identity? How about grabbing the wrong luggage?

Why does just about every pilot not only have the same type of bag, but in black? I've personally now seen 4 incidents where halfway out to the aircraft on the crew bus, the guy realizes he's grabbed the wrong bag because it virtually looks identical to the other 1000+ bags in the crew area.

I made it a point to get a non-black, non-Travelpro/Purdy Neat Stuff bag. Otherwise, someone could end up seeing all my porn! (Just kidding about that last part... ).

FastCargo

 

[FN FAL]

You wonder sometimes about some shoplifting cases being an accident. I think it can happen.

I lost my garage door opener remote a long time ago and called up the local, "bob's overhead door and boat anchors" place and he had one in stock.

So I run down there, take a look at the unit and make sure it's the right one. We get to talking and he answers a few calls, shuffles some papers and since I'm off on a list of errands, I turn to leave. With the stupid remote in my pocket.

He just about has a goat..."Hey, aren't you going to pay me for that remote!" and he gets all windmilly, like I wouldn't have gotten home and realized that I needed to make a trip back to pay for the thing.

No problem, but don't freak out...next time, it'll be Shopko or Wal-Mart...they got the things just hanging on a rack for about 10 bucks cheaper, dude.

 

[Diesel]

my old boss used to "rent" out my car when i was on a trip. I'd allways come back to a full tank and a 5 on the dash. Could never figure it out. My mom said, "I saw you in town but you didn't stop." I thought she was losing her mind.

Then i figured it out that when a person came into the airport, my boss would just say go ahead and take that truck there. It's a small town and we allways left our keys in our trucks.

So i started renting out his truck.

That ended that.

 

[Ill Mitch]

You wonder sometimes about some shoplifting cases being an accident. I think it can happen.

I lost my garage door opener remote a long time ago and called up the local, "bob's overhead door and boat anchors" place and he had one in stock.

So I run down there, take a look at the unit and make sure it's the right one. We get to talking and he answers a few calls, shuffles some papers and since I'm off on a list of errands, I turn to leave. With the stupid remote in my pocket.

He just about has a goat..."Hey, aren't you going to pay me for that remote!" and he gets all windmilly, like I wouldn't have gotten home and realized that I needed to make a trip back to pay for the thing.

No problem, but don't freak out...next time, it'll be Shopko or Wal-Mart...they got the things just hanging on a rack for about 10 bucks cheaper, dude.

When I was a young(er) lad, my bros and I used to drive down streets continually pushing the button to the garage door opener.
It was pretty interesting to see how many garages we could open up.
We would laugh and keep driving and then eventually go to Burger King and then harrass those idiots with the lowered trucks.
Ah, those were the days.

 

[Ill Mitch]

Sorta related: One of my college roommates and I drove up to our other roommate's parent's cabin at Lake Tahoe. He described the place and gave us the address...and told us he'd meet us there on Saturday. We got in late on Frday night, finally found the place, and hit the rack. It was very nice two-story A-frame...well equipped.

The next morning we got up and foraged for food. The fridge was full of diabetes medicines and baby formula. Hmmmmm?

We ate pretzels and a couple of cans of peaches we found in the pantry. We spent the next few hours watching TV and wondering why there was so much baby stuff all over, since Marc was the youngest in his family.

At noon we were bored and starving so we hopped in the car to drive to McDonalds. On the other side of the street we spotted Marc's bright yellow Jeep.

Rut Row!

We ran back inside, grabbed all our crap, cleaned up everything that could be cleaned in 90-seconds, and hauled-butt over to the correct cabin.

After a few hours of peeking thru the blinds to see if the owners showed up (to be followed by the inevitable call to the cops), we agreed to drive back to school and avoid Lake Tahoe for the rest of our lives.

He he, one night after a long day I got back to my apartment. Went inside, threw down my bag and remembered I needed to check the mail.
I go to the mailboxes and while walking back I start thumbing through the 3 days of mail and not really paying attention. I'm thinking "mmm, some bacon and eggs sound really good right now" as I scan a bill that is overdue.
I turn left, up the walkway, open the door, throw the mail on the table and head to the fridge only to find it fully stocked with food and beverage.
WHAT?
I then skedaddled out of there real quick, but rembering to grab my mail before I headed out the door.

I sneak peaks to see if anyone notices. THe good thing, my neighbor was in the laundry room and never suspected a thing. Whew.

 

[FN FAL]

When I was a young(er) lad, my bros and I used to drive down streets continually pushing the button to the garage door opener.
It was pretty interesting to see how many garages we could open up.
We would laugh and keep driving and then eventually go to Burger King and then harrass those idiots with the lowered trucks.
Ah, those were the days.

I can dig it...:laugh:

 

[FN FAL]

He he, one night after a long day I got back to my apartment. Went inside, threw down my bag and remembered I needed to check the mail.
I go to the mailboxes and while walking back I start thumbing through the 3 days of mail and not really paying attention. I'm thinking "mmm, some bacon and eggs sound really good right now" as I scan a bill that is overdue.
I turn left, up the walkway, open the door, throw the mail on the table and head to the fridge only to find it fully stocked with food and beverage.
WHAT?
I then skedaddled out of there real quick, but rembering to grab my mail before I headed out the door.

I sneak peaks to see if anyone notices. THe good thing, my neighbor was in the laundry room and never suspected a thing. Whew.

I was on the other end of one of those "mistakes".

My wife and I were talking one afternoon after work and we heard keys jingling in our door knob, it sounded like the person was adamant about getting in.

I kind of figured that it was mistaken residence syndrome based on what it sounded like, but I went down there loaded for bear with the USP .40 cal. Even as the person furtively attempted to make those keys work in our door, I positioned myself so that my foot would block the opening door and unlocked it, my pistol positioned along side my leg.

As the person pushed the door abruptly against my my foot, I stuck my face in the door, they shoved again. I just said, "don't push on the door again!"

He had a confused look on his face and then left. Could happen to anybody and guess what...he never knew that I was prepared for whatever.

Moral of the story? Everybody makes mistakes and there's no need to get 'windmilly' about it.

I placed myself in that guy's shoes...what if you tried to get into what you thought was your appartment and a stranger answered the door?

 

[KigAir]

So I go outside, open the door to a nice Nissan Minivan and the keys are in the ash tray.

I think your damn lucky that there wasn't an occupied child safety seat in the back.

 

[flyboydk]

Got the keys to the hotel room in Vegas one time, opened the door and there was a large, angry looking black man standing there in his underwear.... I turned around and made a quick retreat before he could do or say anything.

 

[FN FAL]

I think your dang lucky that there wasn't an occupied child safety seat in the back.

Or a Kilo of the white poney where the spare tire was supposed to be...or a rocket pod in the back seat.