Everyone Is Innocent based on the following theory

"wrong place wrong time"

So maybe we should have a thread where we can all tell a story about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

12 years ago on a trip to France myself and my mates found ourselves in the middle of a brawl between football fans. We got caught up in all the furore and ended up being held in a area as part of the accused.

Now in fairness you do look like a football hooligan!!!

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....29 March 1988....was on a morning flight from Zurich to Paris aboard Swiss Air flight......an announcement was made in French that their was an assassination on a South African in Paris
.....and that an angry crowd were fire bombing the SAA office.....and advised any South African not to go into the City.....on arrival at CDG in Paris I was escorted from customs and detained for presenting my SA passport.... I was stripped to my undies.... my cloths and hand luggage were taken away....they swabbed my hands and face.....and asked me where I was earlier in the morning.....I said that they had my boarding pass stub and I was on a plane.....they gave me my cloths several hours later....said that I had to stay in the customs departure area until my flight was called which was close to midnight.....went to the departure gate 3 hours before the flight
.....JHB via Abidjan....found out from other Saffers an ANC member named Dulcie September had been shot early in the morning and they were looking for the gunman..... :huh:

Many moons ago went to a fancy party in Cape Town
Was introduced to a very good looker

Good dancer good everything
Said see was on her own and a friend of the birthday girl
Said she had been married for 18 month but was now divorced
Took her home and progressed from there
Woke up at 4 am to a terrible noise
Turned out she was not divorced and the husband had driven back from

Johannesberg a few days early as a surprise

Right place Wrong time!!

When I was a kid my Dad clouted me for something I didn't do.

"wrong place wrong time"

In the early 90's I worked in Durban Bay House on the 26th floor. One afternoon returning to the office, a youngster gets in the lift on the 13th floor without selecting a floor to get out. A few seconds later he selects the 20th floor. Unbeknown to me he dropped a silent but violent dart and get's out the lift on the 20th floor. The doors close and the lift then stops on the 21st floor. In walks an elderly couple, by now lift is "banging", and there's me the only person there when they walk in. No amount of explaining could get me off the hook.

"wrong place wrong time"
The day of my first marriage!!

mr hawaii wrote: "wrong place wrong time"
The day of my first marriage!!

Yip, love is blind but marriage is an eye opener!