No applause please. This isn't about me. All I do is, I play my part, and you play your game.
In other news, a similar thing almost happened to me when I was 16. I wasn't quite as stupid as this kid, but unbeknownst to me and a friend of mine, we had a SWAT team tracking us for about half an hour in San Francisco and...well, let's just say that it could have ended very badly, but thankfully, it did not. When confronted with the barrel of plain-clothes S.F.P.D. member's gun and the command, PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM--NOW!," a terrified and somewhat clueless facial expression coupled with immediate obedience go a long way in not getting a bullet implanted in your skull.