Just one of many examples, when I was a teen in Explorer Scouts, I swiped a bottle of whiskey from my dad and took it on a camp out. On the way home on the bus, I spilled what was left and it was rolling down the bus aisle. I admitted I had done it, but the Scout Master, who was a friend of my dads, yelled at my friend and tried to blame him. Another guy told him, it wasn’t him, Tim did it! The scout master told the guy to shut up and stop playing Perry Mason. And he covered my ass with my dad, and never told him what happened. I have always seemed to get a break when I didn’t deserve it. But it is what it is I guess.