I used to work in a building in Boston that housed several consulates from various countries as well as some upper crust rich law firms who rented whole floors. Beside our building was a semi-circular drive used only for picking up and dropping off people, there was no parking allowed, which was well posted.
If you parked there you would get a warning slip on your wind shield as a courtesy to remind you there was no parking. A rookie hot shot young lawyer, new to the one of the firms, liked to park his BMW there and leave it. When he would come out he would read the note on his wind shield, promptly crumple it up and toss it on the lawn. The next step was to get a warning attached to your vehicle stating your next offense would get you towed. The driveway, by the way, is covered with multiple security cameras, we all saw the footage.
So the young hot shot gets the new red tag, reads it, spits on it, and tosses it on the grass. My Captain did not find this amusing. I asked him what he was going to do. He said, "I'm going to be very nice about it." Later that day he showed me our charter, which clearly stated that any vehicle needing to be towed may be towed to any facility that our organization uses. This is nation wide.
So me captain, God bless his soul, had the young man's shiny new Beemer towed from Boston to a lot in Virginia that we use down there, and stuck the whipper snapper with the bill. (I don't know what a six hundred mile tow must cost, but it can't be cheap)
When the guy found out he went screaming to his bosses, who happened to love us because we protect them....who immediately told Mr Hot Shot to fly to Virginia, pay the cost, get his car, drive back and then go apologize profusely to us. They also told him be thankful they didn't tow you to Los Angeles because they knew that was coming next. That's what my Captain meant about being nice.
Good times.