Friday OT #1 - I Did Not Shoot the Deputy

[Angie]

Thanks so much to @Bipolarcy for another great idea! Here's what he wrote:

Have you ever been accused of doing something you didn't do? I'm thinking along the lines of a car accident, where the other party said you were at fault, but you know you weren't or maybe something was missing from a house you visited and they blamed you for stealing it or a case of mistaken identity by the cops. Something along those lines.

I have one. I was sitting at my desk at an old job, on a call with a customer. A police officer walks in, and asks if there is an "Angela X XXXXX." The middle initial and last name are relevant here, so let's make one up. F Smithson. "Is there an Angela F Smithson here?"

I was terrified, but went to him. He served me papers for a small claim from the hospital in town for not paying outstanding bills. I was mortified, and went back to my desk as he left. I was also highly confused, as I didn't have any outstanding charges, but I wasn't going to argue with an officer. So, I started reading the paperwork. First I noticed that it said "Smithsen," not "Smithson." Could be a typo, so I kept reading. Had my address listed wrong. OK, it's a college town, maybe that was just a mixup... until I noticed it had my social security number wrong. Really wrong, not just a little.

I showed it to some friends, and one of them speaks up. "Oh, I know that Angie Smithsen. She's one of my drunk hookups, she lives at that address." I knew he was telling the truth, because he'd accidentally called me once or twice on accident after midnight meaning to call her, so I always had to tell him he had the wrong Angie.

I had to call the lawyer for the hospital and inform them that they had served the wrong person, but kept the paperwork just in case they didn't fix the situation. It was STILL mortifying.

 

[BCClone]

My senior year of HS Halloween night. I was just hanging out since the friend I was going to hang with ditched me to go with this girl. There was a group of cars by the car wash so I pulled in, had on nicer clothes but wore an old army jacket (my uncle gave it to me) incase someone egged me. All of a sudden three police cars encircle us and tell us to go to the cop shop about two blocks away. I make sure I'm kinda by myself as I'm confused, they told us we were caught stealing eggs from the egg place. I'm thinking, crap this sucks for my wrong place wrong time thing. They start drilling all of us and I'm just like, I have no clue what is going on, cops don't believe me. Finally one kid pipes up and says, I have no idea why BC is here, he wasn't with us. So the chief walks back and looks at stuff, finds out that the paperwork said four people and he has five. Lets me go.

 

[NWICY]

Thanks so much to @Bipolarcy for another great idea! Here's what he wrote:

Have you ever been accused of doing something you didn't do? I'm thinking along the lines of a car accident, where the other party said you were at fault, but you know you weren't or maybe something was missing from a house you visited and they blamed you for stealing it or a case of mistaken identity by the cops. Something along those lines.

I have one. I was sitting at my desk at an old job, on a call with a customer. A police officer walks in, and asks if there is an "Angela X XXXXX." The middle initial and last name are relevant here, so let's make one up. F Smithson. "Is there an Angela F Smithson here?"

I was terrified, but went to him. He served me papers for a small claim from the hospital in town for not paying outstanding bills. I was mortified, and went back to my desk as he left. I was also highly confused, as I didn't have any outstanding charges, but I wasn't going to argue with an officer. So, I started reading the paperwork. First I noticed that it said "Smithsen," not "Smithson." Could be a typo, so I kept reading. Had my address listed wrong. OK, it's a college town, maybe that was just a mixup... until I noticed it had my social security number wrong. Really wrong, not just a little.

I showed it to some friends, and one of them speaks up. "Oh, I know that Angie Smithsen. She's one of my drunk hookups, she lives at that address." I knew he was telling the truth, because he'd accidentally called me once or twice on accident after midnight meaning to call her, so I always had to tell him he had the wrong Angie.

I had to call the lawyer for the hospital and inform them that they had served the wrong person, but kept the paperwork just in case they didn't fix the situation. It was STILL mortifying.

Funniest part of the story is drunk hook up part .

 

[madguy30]

Fall of 2005 at Paddys in Ames, Friday before the game:

IIrc I just went up to order 2 pitchers for my group and only got one from the bartender. Somewhere in there I had paid. It was no big deal as it was busy.

I waited a while and when he came around I just waved him down for the 2nd pitcher.

He proceeds to explode on me, accusing me of trying to get a free pitcher, screaming and making a scene. I just tried to explain that I had only gotten one, it wasn't a big deal, and he continues to go off. What made it worse is there were some folks right by me and they took his side despite not knowing anything about it.

I don't remember how it came to but the manager just ended up giving my group 4 bottled beers.

To this day I still wonder what set the guy off, and if that was a frequent situation with him.

 

[NWICY]

Well IDALS said I flunked the pesticide applicator training test, I had studied so I asked by how much they said 2 out of 50 or some ridiculous #, I said naw that can't be right. They corrected my test with the wrong key when they scanned it. They couldn't rerun it for some reason I finally convinced them to let me recopy it onto a new form with their over sight so I didn't change any answers. I passed just fine.

 

[JM4CY]

Thanks so much to @Bipolarcy for another great idea! Here's what he wrote:

Have you ever been accused of doing something you didn't do? I'm thinking along the lines of a car accident, where the other party said you were at fault, but you know you weren't or maybe something was missing from a house you visited and they blamed you for stealing it or a case of mistaken identity by the cops. Something along those lines.

I have one. I was sitting at my desk at an old job, on a call with a customer. A police officer walks in, and asks if there is an "Angela X XXXXX." The middle initial and last name are relevant here, so let's make one up. F Smithson. "Is there an Angela F Smithson here?"

I was terrified, but went to him. He served me papers for a small claim from the hospital in town for not paying outstanding bills. I was mortified, and went back to my desk as he left. I was also highly confused, as I didn't have any outstanding charges, but I wasn't going to argue with an officer. So, I started reading the paperwork. First I noticed that it said "Smithsen," not "Smithson." Could be a typo, so I kept reading. Had my address listed wrong. OK, it's a college town, maybe that was just a mixup... until I noticed it had my social security number wrong. Really wrong, not just a little.

I showed it to some friends, and one of them speaks up. "Oh, I know that Angie Smithsen. She's one of my drunk hookups, she lives at that address." I knew he was telling the truth, because he'd accidentally called me once or twice on accident after midnight meaning to call her, so I always had to tell him he had the wrong Angie.

I had to call the lawyer for the hospital and inform them that they had served the wrong person, but kept the paperwork just in case they didn't fix the situation. It was STILL mortifying.

But late at night, DID he call the wrong Angie????

 

[madguy30]

Not an accusation, but getting blamed for something.

I had gone on a trip, which I had put in for long before I went, and my boss was the one who approved it.

She was someone who would out organize herself to a point where everything was everywhere except where you needed it.

Some paperwork got lost while I was gone that I had never handled or worked with in any sort of way, and when I get back she proceeds to basically blame my absence for the missing paperwork because of how busy she was.

There were several occasions like this and it's a wonder I didn't pop off but I generally kept my cool.

 

[KnappShack]

Not me (because I'm a goddam saint), but my wife.

She was accused of stealing a car in LA. Cops pulled guns right on the Sunset Strip. She got cuffed and stuffed in the back of the prowler until they sorted it out.

Many years later we're in my dirty ol' hometown. Checked into a hotel and started walking with our bags. Some random dirt bag hard charges out a room and starts yelling that she stole his car

I see a pattern here....

 

[Angie]

But late at night, DID he call the wrong Angie????

Janny and I were either engaged or dating at the time, and they were closer than the friend and I were, so I hope so!

I always answer late-night phone calls because I want to make sure that whoever is calling isn't in trouble and needs help so they just called whoever is first alphabetically in their contacts - it's become far less often that I get butt-dialed since touch screens became popular.

 

[NWICY]

But late at night, DID he call the wrong Angie????

Every shot you don't take is one you can't make. Your point is valid. If you can pull it off as a misdial if it doesn't work even better yet. Strong plan.

 

[Cyclonepride]

Not that I've ever done anything that bad, but almost every time I got accused of doing something wrong, I actually did it lol

 

[Angie]

Speaking of late night calls - one time I was pissed at @Mr Janny for something he didn't do.

Let's say my phone number is 515-999-6511. One night I got a call at 2 am. Again, since I always worry someone needs help, I went into the bathroom and answered it quietly so as not to wake up anyone else. A girl was on the other end, and I could hear clatter in the background. She asked if this was a towing company, I said it wasn't, so I hung up.

...But then I started getting myself worked up in the middle of the night because I wasn't fully awake and logical. Janny worked for an establishment at the time where they certainly would be up in the middle of the night, and would have access to all kinds of phone numbers. Was he cheating on me with someone who worked overnight, and she had gotten my phone number and was calling me to see if I was home? (Because clearly this is the natural escalation.)

I had myself so convinced that I was positive that was the real story the next day when I woke up. I was furious at him for two weeks, asking him why he wouldn't just tell me the truth. He denied and denied, which only made me angrier... until I was driving home from Des Moines with a girlfriend, and we drove by a tow truck on the way. Their phone number was 515-999-6551. One digit off from mine, and very easy to mix up if you were standing on the side of the road in the dark after being in an accident.

 

[enisthemenace]

Was on a golf trip. Used to go every year. 28 guys in total…4 days and at least 36 holes/day. We go to Honey Creek in Moravia and play The Preserve. Really a good time. For a while there, I was the youngest guy on the trip.

Anyway…I do like to get after it down there. I mean…it’s golf, the weather is typically very nice. No other responsibilities. Sooo, I have a few beers each day. So do many others on this trip. Not everyone, but a lot.

One day, after golf, pretty sure I played 54 this day, I went back down to the hotel restaurant to get some food and more drinks. I sit down at a table with a few other guys, and there are other tables/booths close buy with still more guys from our group. I order. The waiter looks at me, deadpan, and say “Ohhhh, I’m sorry Sir, I have been told I cannot serve you any more alcohol tonight.”

I look at the kid briefly, look around and decide he’s just giving me ****, so I lightly laugh and ask him if he’s serious. Yep…he’s serious. So I ask him why.

“We’ll Sir, we we received a call from the clubhouse not an hour or so ago and said they had some issues up there. A man in your group, wearing a green shirt has had too much to drink, and was taking liberties with golf carts in the parking area. I will bring the food you have ordered and a water, but I cannot bring you any alcoholic beverage.”

I was flabbergasted. I mean, i was wearing a green shirt, but unless I had completely blacked out, that was simply not me. I looked around to the guys in my group who were witnessing this conversation. Most all were snickering at the situation. I asked for just one person to vouch for me, but all of those guys had only played 36 holes, so they weren’t around when I finished up. The one guy I played with did tell the waiter he thought that was bad information from the clubhouse, but they wouldn’t budge.

I laugh a bit derisively, told them to cancel my order, got up and left.

Turns out, I wasn’t the only guy who packed a green shirt. There was an issue in the parking lot that day with a man in a green shirt who was **** faced, jumping curbs with his cart. That guy? Not me, but the ******* was sitting at one of the tables in the restaurant, laughing, while I was being refused.

To this day I want to beat the crap out of that guy, and those who were with him, for letting me take the fall for something they knew I didn’t do.

 

[KnappShack]

Speaking of late night calls - one time I was pissed at @Mr Janny for something he didn't do.

Let's say my phone number is 515-999-6511. One night I got a call at 2 am. Again, since I always worry someone needs help, I went into the bathroom and answered it quietly so as not to wake up anyone else. A girl was on the other end, and I could hear clatter in the background. She asked if this was a towing company, I said it wasn't, so I hung up.

...But then I started getting myself worked up in the middle of the night because I wasn't fully awake and logical. Janny worked for an establishment at the time where they certainly would be up in the middle of the night, and would have access to all kinds of phone numbers. Was he cheating on me with someone who worked overnight, and she had gotten my phone number and was calling me to see if I was home? (Because clearly this is the natural escalation.)

I had myself so convinced that I was positive that was the real story the next day when I woke up. I was furious at him for two weeks, asking him why he wouldn't just tell me the truth. He denied and denied, which only made me angrier... until I was driving home from Des Moines with a girlfriend, and we drove by a tow truck on the way. Their phone number was 515-999-6551. One digit off from mine, and very easy to mix up if you were standing on the side of the road in the dark after being in an accident.

My ex-wife used to get super mad at me for things she'd dream about. "Dream KnappShack" would do something ****** and I'd catch the heat....for days sometimes

It was the weirdest damn thing. She knew I didn't do anything and it was a dream, but I would be in the dog house.

 

[CYdTracked]

Nothing major that I can think of but 1 time there was a guy with the same name as me that worked for that same company I do that I would get these random emails and calls for stuff that had nothing to do with me including some really nasty voicemails from external customers or clients. Our job roles were completely different as I do IT support and he was in a customer/client facing role so the only thing I can think of was my middle initial in the company directory came before his so that is who people chose by default. My boss one day got call from an irate customer of this guy and after hearing him out figured out he had the wrong person but decided to play with me a bit so came by my desk and told me he just got off the phone with someone that was upset with me. He didn't string it out long but I picked up on it pretty quick he was messing with me.

Not my story but my brother's - back in HS one of our neighbors accused him of stealing a chain off a trailer of his that was along the side of the road with a flat tire a few miles from our house. Well my brother was at work when he claims he thought he saw it stolen but he swears he saw my brother's car pull away from the trailer so it had to be him. He was adamant my brother had stolen it and demanded he return it or pay him for it even though my brother had an alibi for the time he claims it was stolen and was no where in the area. The irony of this is this neighbor was quite wealthy, he owned a software business and later started investing in housing developments so he bought up a bunch of farm land and machinery to write off his income probably so was petty to be the jerk he was over a damn chain he could easily afford to replace that he had no actual proof that my brother stole it.

 

[Angie]

My ex-wife used to get super mad at me for things she'd dream about. "Dream KnappShack" would do something ****** and I'd catch the heat....for days sometimes

It was the weirdest damn thing. She knew I didn't do anything and it was a dream, but I would be in the dog house.

In her defense... don't be such a **** in her dreams!

I guess Janny woke up in the middle of the night one time and rolled over to find me appearing to be glaring at the ceiling with my arms crossed. He asked if I was okay, and I demanded, "Who's BRENDA?" (We know zero Brendas.) I didn't remember it at all the next day, so I was clearly dreaming.

 

[Clonedogg]

YEARS ago, I went to a bar that allowed underage and of age patrons, the of age crowd got wrist bands, so the bartenders could tell who to server. I was underage, my of age friend slipped me his wrist band. Minutes later I proceed to the bar confidently and order a beer, nope the bartender isn't having any of it, he's on to me. I feign incredulousness..."this is bulls***, blah, blah, blah...", start walking away. The bartender comes running after me, I'm thinking, this seems excessive, everyone underage in here is trying to get served. He starts accusing me of calling him the N word. At this point I was no longer feigning anything, I was incredulous, I said nothing of the sort, tried to explain that to him, how I don't even think that way. He didn't hear it but claims the the people at the bar told him so. I proceed to just leave, not worth it, he tried to push me down the stairs as I was leaving, he failed thankfully as it was a full flight of stairs. As I left I kept telling him, his "friends" got it wrong, I'm not like that. Hopefully he figured it out one day what type of people he chose to believe.

 

[somecyguy]

I live in CR and back in the mid to late 90s, there were 3 (that I know of) people with my first and last name.

One of them was a deadbeat who wrote bad checks, subjecting me to numerous debt collector calls. The other was a night owl who sucked at giving his friends his phone number, subjecting me to calls at 1 or 3 in the morning after they found my number in the phone book.

One year, I went on vacation around Christmas only to come back and receive dozens of calls, emails, etc about what I was charged with. Charged with???

One of the other guys with my name got in a fight with some girl and was charged with attempted murder. The news had the name but no picture, so everyone in the surrounding area that I knew was checking in to see what I supposedly had done.

I never did find out what happened to the guy, or if he was convicted. Not much longer after that, the calls for both stopped.

 

[throwittoblythe]

I had just turned 16 and had my drivers license for maybe a month. My little farm town has this really weird intersection where there's a stop sign and then another one like 50 ft away. It was not uncommon for people to treat the first stop sign as a yield and slowly roll through.

On this particular day, I came to a full stop at the first stop sign. As I was coming to a stop at the second one, I see the town cop rolling up. Being 16 and terrified, my reaction caused me to hit the brake pretty hard to come to a stop instead of slowly stopping.

Cop lights me up and literally points at me from his car. I pull over. He walks up and it goes like this:

Cop: Looks like you ran the stop sign.

Me: No? I stopped completely.

Him: No, I mean the first stop sign.

Me: I did not run that stop sign, I stopped at both of them.

Him: Well, I saw how hard you stopped at the second sign. So it's obvious you ran the first one.

Me: So, you saw me run the first stop sign then?

Him: No, but you made a very aggressive stop at the second stop sign. So I can logically assume you were going too fast because you ran the first stop sign.

Me: So you're going to charge me with aggressively stopping? (I'm 16 and a smartass).

He runs my license and I honestly think the only reason he didn't ticket me is because my stepdad was the mayor of our little town.

 

[BoxsterCy]

Much long time past when I was driving a 1978 Datsun 280Z. Was driving home from work, left early sick and feverish. Rolled down Louisiana Avenue in St. Louis Park at just the speed limit (notorious speed trap area) and even slower at one point as I crossed the rough railroad tracks. Car was my pride and joy and I never banged it fast over tracks. Looked over and saw police car in an adjacent parking lot. Thought little of it, me being actually under the speed limit and all. A block later the guy is behind me with his lights on. Called me out for speeding and that he had been following me for a a couple of blocks clocking me with his speedometer which was a complete lie and fabrication. So, got a made up ticket, maybe because I was driving a sports car and he was just pissed and wanted to be an *******. St. Louis Park, at that time, had a big local reputation for cops with attitudes off the charts. Just pain it, would have been his word against mine and no one would have believed me.