What idiotic thing have you done that you can’t believe you got away with?

I worked for a while in Cameroon. Settled into the community, began learning the local language, made links and connections, worked with the community on projects. Came back for some UK based work which I intended to be temporary before returning (although didn’t know when). When I was able to return I decided I wanted to surprise my friends and colleagues in the community and at the NGO. Thought it would be brilliant to get myself over, take a large cardboard box, get myself in it and jump out to surprise them. I got this idea stuck in my head and - being much younger and, frankly, lacking in prefrontal cortex development and mental ‘brakes’ - decided I was going to do it. To get your working visa however required a letter from our organisation essentially accepting responsibility for you (that you’d abide by the laws, had sufficient money, etc etc). This was no problem when my coming over was planned with them… I had however forgotten this when I went ahead and booked my flights and prepared everything else. Shit! No Visa! The fuck am I going to do? … Fraud. That what my silly brain decided essentially to do. I took the old letter - complete with fancy official stamps from various officials of the state (the love good range of officious stamps in Cameroon - lots of layers of bureaucracy and bribes to go through to get them…) - and I did my best photoshopping, and even old school cut out of numbers, stuck on, photocopy, etc. Put it all together and sent it off to the Embassy in London with bated breath… It worked! Got my visa, made my way there, confused lots of locals being the white man speaking the local language (including a various confused field worker at the organisation who hadn’t met me before and who I persuaded to let me into the CEOs home whilst he was out to set up my cardboard box and jump out. FYI - surprisingly someone 2000 miles away is fucking brilliant and quite indescribable 🤣 Month later when the first visa had expired I the found out about the joys of unintended consequences when learning I had to go to the capital with all my documents and stamps to extend the visa. More crafty edits to paperwork, more desperate hoping I wouldn’t be thrown in a Cameroonian jail - and fat out of luck. Didn’t bribe the right person and it was rejected (the following night of frustrated alcohol fuelled madness around this capital city with local is a whole of - the fuck did I do and how did I survived in itself…). Fun whilst it lasted but I think back now I cower at the thought of being so brazen, so lucky, and so young and stupid!