Parking ticket switcheroo.
The apartment complex I lived in was on a one-way street, with angled parking spots. One particular space was not technically a legal spot (it was a driveway that had been removed after the apts were built) at one point it had been painted in with slanted lines, but there was no sign or any other markings. Over the years the lines faded to the point where they were barely visible. People would routinely park in it for short periods and it was well known to the parking cops as a great revenue generator.
One Halloween I parked there, ended up getting day drunk; I didn’t feel like taking the risk of driving around the neighborhood to find a legit spot. instead I came up with this brilliant idea to put an old ticket under the windshield wiper. But that wasn’t enough for drunk me, so I wrote “go fuck yourself” inside the ticket in case they dared to check it. The next morning, I woke up to 3 new tickets on my car, all written for different violations, by different parking cops, and they even put a slightly different address for each ticket, to make it that much harder to contest. My favorite was that one had been wedged into the drivers side door instead of put under the wiper. They took my decoy ticket and I’m sure it’s still hanging in their break room in some kind of hall of fame.
(I got one dropped that was written for not having a night permit. i had a night permit.)