Finished freshman year of college, home for the summer. Got grounded for something stupid, can't remember what. Dad drives my truck into work to punish me, with weed in the center console, doesn't know. I call up a friend and say "hey, wanna get stoned"? They do, they pick me up and drive us to Dad's workplace. Parking friend's car close by, we use my valet key to take a joyride around town in my truck while Dad works. We smoke, drive around, air out the car. We take the shit with us so Dad doesn't get in trouble. When we get back to the parking garage, someone has taken the parking spot my dad parked the truck in. Shit! Closest open spot, three spots left, I take it. Ride home in friend's car. Two hours go by. Dad calls. "Son, I'm afraid I have some bad news". Concerned for his safety, not knowing what could be wrong, Me: "Uh oh, what is it"? Dad: "I think someone has stolen your truck. I took it to work today and these models have always been a common target for auto theft and" I cut him off, saying "Dad! Dad. Did you check three spots to the left"?, and he waits about ten very very long seconds and goes "Oh. Oh. Yeah, that's it". I never got grounded again and he thinks I did it all to teach him a lesson, no other reason.