Me too. When I was 17 I was on the bus on the way home from work. Passing the local shops I saw my Dad's car parked there. Since I wanted a packet of smokes, I got off the bus, bought a pack of Malboro Reds for 45 cents and then went a sat in my Dad's car. No one ever locked their cars in those days and most people left the keys in the ignition from the first day they owned the car until they sold or traded it.
This stranger got into the drivers seat and said to me, "can I drop you off somewhere, mate?" I said to him, "this is my old man's car and he'll probably belt you one if you take it for a drive."
He just laughed and then it dawned on me that there were a few bits and pieces that were different. I felt like a real dickhead. While walking the two miles home I had a couple of smokes and decided to keep the story to myself.
