First job was in a parking lot near UF - parking only for the handful of business in the plaza, NOT for the book store, or hte bar, or to go to the game, etc.
Some a-hole lawyer drives up from Miami in his new Mercedes and parks in "my" lot to go to the game. Being the professional speed bump that I was, I stopped him, told him he had to move, or I'd have to call the cops to have them write him a ticket. He pulls the angry lawyer card, starts screaming about suing me if I have him ticketed, blah blah blah. So I say "Welp, I've done my job - up to you" and go back to my perch. He looks at me for a moment, then turns to walk the 4 blocks to the stadium.
He musta slept through half his classes - our big prominent sign said "ticketed or towed/impounded". I was being nice, and offering to just ticket him. But since he was an ass, I called my boss and asked if I could go full bore and have someone towed. Explained the whole thing, boss agrees with me, and then I start giggling. He asks why, I explain that I just realized it is game day, and all the tow companies are busy... so I'll have to call one from 3 counties out in the sticks
So ... my 15 year old bad ass self had some scummy lawyer from Miami's brand new Mercedes jacked up by Billy Joe Jim Bob and dropped in an impound lot out in Keystone Heights, Fl somewhere (about half way between g'ville and Jax). Sadly, game was over after my work day was, and in fact all of the merchants in the plaza except for the laundromat were closed. Would've loved to see the guy throw a fit...