Sophomore year of college, I managed to "scare" away a parking enforcement officer from giving me a ticket. I was in a fraternity at the time and had an SUV. The Fall semester had just begun and we were using my car to transport some things from a guy's house to our fraternity house (extra furniture and stuff). The only way to park at the house without having to walk 100 yards if you didn't have a parking pass for the lot (which I didn't) was to park in the designated loading zone at the side of the house. Unfortunately, that zone was supposed to be used by university officials only. Even so, we often used it for things like this all the time because it was the only practical way to move things from place to place if need be. Parking passes for the lot could only be obtained by the guys who actually lived in the house. Further, the lot was used by the other nearby fraternities and students who lived in the nearby dorms. It was one of the highest-demand parking areas on campus, so passes were literally impossible to come by unless you lived in one of the nearby dorms or fraternity houses.

Anyway, we were moving stuff and after I parked in the loading zone and helped carry some things inside, a friend of mine approaches me in the hallway and says, "Hey man, your car is getting ticketed in the loading dock right now." That in itself was odd because, like I said, even though the loading dock was supposed to be for university officials only, it was sort of an unspoken agreement between the university and the fraternities in this particular area of campus that we could use it for things like this if need be. I could count on one hand the number of times over my four years of college someone got ticketed for parking there despite someone using it every single day for one reason or another.

So, I look out the upstairs window and see that a parking official is indeed writing me a ticket. Thinking on my feet, I pulled my keys out of my pocket and set off my car alarm. I waited a few seconds, then rushed full sprint downstairs and out the side door towards the loading dock, a confused and anxious look on my face. I look at the parking officer, who had temporarily stopped writing the ticket, and frantically asked, "What did you do?! Why is my alarm going off?!" He raised his hands in the air as if to say, "Woah, I have no idea what happened, I swear," and then walked away without giving me a ticket.

At least until I graduated, it was the only story anyone ever had of someone successfully getting out of a parking ticket on the spot like that, as our school was notorious for distributing parking tickets. 99% of the time, if the parking official had started writing the ticket, he was going to finish it. Except that day. :P