It hadn't even occurred to me yet, in thinking about this, that my own little (by comparison) experience is kind of similar. The night I made my decision for Christ was March 17, 1969, when I was 10, and there was a county-wide youth revival at a small town's public high school. Many churches participated that first night (Sunday), but I was part of smaller group from the church of mostly kids that went in just 2 or 3 cars on that Monday. The speaker was Mike Brumley, a recently retired major league baseball player (he later had a son with the same name who was a player). I was still in the phase of just beginning to understand what it meant to be "saved." And even though I don't remember any particular thing from the message that night, I had a persuasion I couldn't resist to go forward with that number of others who had, forgetting all about my ride to that town & back or anything else. Of course, we were directed to a room and these counselors talked to us, and all that. All I remember after those 15-20 minutes there is coming out and being met by someone else other than the adults that drove the car I had come in, saying "___'s been looking for you." So I went home with someone else from our church, whom I wouldn't even have known, had she not gotten the word that I was missing. But at the time nothing else mattered to doing what I was so sure God wanted me to do by some kind of irresistible persuasion I never had before or since. So I've never thought of it as being a kid who caused trouble and worry for somebody; including my mom, who, when I finally came in, was on the phone with the one whom I had ridden up with, telling her about the situation.
So, all I can think to say, then, is if there is a higher calling, just as we are to obey God rather than man [authorities], it can be part of that principle even to do something that would normally be an escapade; disrespectful, that is.