Grounded
When I were but 13, my father was a bus driver here in Exeter.
I arrived home from school one afternoon to one of the all time greatest bollockings of my young life.
I was grounded for 2 weeks on the spot. Why? you ask.
Simple, my father, while driving a bus, had seen me at the local shopping centre in uniform while I should have been in school. At least he thought he had. It wasn't me, in fact I knew exactly who it was, it was another kid called Richard who looked more than a little like me. I protested of course, I was a good lad (at that time) but to no avail, grounded I was for two weeks for bunking off of school when I'd never gone within a hundred feet of the front gate.
My own bloody father couldn't spot that the person in question wasn't his bloody son.
(Weapon-X Was introduced to Mr T's friend 'Pain' On, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 8:23, closed)