Francisco Sa Carneiro

Whilst studying at Padrao da Legua, Portugal, one sunny day, during break between classes, there was a prune tree giving fruit. Young and stupid I decided to pick at, the not yet ripe, fruit so that I could throw them around at people. Getting caught by the school janitor was the only possible outcome as he normally did his rounds there.
I remember the janitor calling me telling me that I was to be taken to the Headmaster's office. He didn't know me well by then, otherwise he would have known I would try and talk myself out of anything.
I basically told him I needed desperately to go to class as I had an important test. He then proceeded to demand my name and class number. Obviously I made up the class number and to make things more interesting I gave him a false, but famous name. Gave him Francisco Sa Carneiro. In short a famous politician that died in a plane crash in the early 80's, surrounded by doubt and conspiracy theories to this date.

It's just comical how the janitor fell for it with the most serious of beliefs. My expression of repent and trust worthy face might have helped. I recall having to hide from him in the passing weeks until he finally gave up :)