I stole my dads car and the only reason I got away with it is because my dad assumed he just forgot he lent it to me.

This was back in 2013 after a particularly nasty argument involving a baseball bat and me taking a shit on their doorstep. I didn't have a car so I had to walk everywhere and one day, I walked past my parents house and I was the only one home. I knew they kept a spare key under the rug so I snatched it and took my dads car. This car was a 2001 subaru Forester, that I had inherited when I turned 16 and he bought me my first car, a 98 Accord. Which of course I wrecked and then I went back to the Forester when they got a new car for my dad and I had to drive the Forester again when I turned 18 and got a new car. It was like their little money pit car. I took it, sold it and used the money to get a new car. I was expecting the police to come to my doorstep but they never did.<br><br>It wasn't til a month later when I was visiting, my dad made a joke about how the city had really gone to shit because the only car he had seen with a busted tail light was his old subaru, that he used to own and I was like "oh really?". Then he said "You know, I'm glad the new owner is taking care of it, but I'm kinda mad at myself I guess, I could have sworn I didn't lend it to anybody, but maybe I just forgot". I didn't say a thing. It's been awhile since then and he still has no clue. I guarantee if I ever bring it up he'll just think I'm being insane because there is no way he'd actually think I stole his car.