When I was a freshman uni student I went to visit a girl called Sarah. At 2am. She was 17 and lived at her parents place at the guest house out back. You had to be ultra stealthy because her parents house was next to the British embassy and there was always a police car parked out front 24/7.
So I parked way up the street and crept along the hedges and slipped over the fence. The copper didn't notice. Quietly down the drive (careful to stick to the wall to avoid the light sensors) and then across the yard to the guest house. I tapped on the door and called her name. A rather annoyed balding man answers the door in a dressing gown. Turned out they had real guests that week. I bolted and got away without a police pursuit but I don't think Sarah got off so lightly.
nice story to remember
and dont forget to tell it to the grandchildren
