When I was a senior in high school, we got busted for pool hopping. I may have been somewhat under dressed for the event, in some people's opinion (I figured I was overdressed, I was wearing a suit, my birthday suit). I remember having to make an immediate "fight or flight" decision when the guy came out of his house shouting about calling the cops... I jumped out of the pool and charged him as all my other friends took off the other way (we had girls with us, so keep it in your pants). After about five strides towards the guy he kinda freaked out and started to run the other way... I tackled him, jumped up and took off. Some people have no sense of humor.
I wonder if he still tells his psychiatrist that story?