A number of years ago, I was coaching my son's indoor soccer team. The place was always packed and parking was a nightmare. One night, I was getting ready to leave and saw a guy swing into the handicap spot, pull out his permanent placard, then run (literally run) inside.
I called the cops, then sat and waited. They showed up, went inside, and somehow found the guy. About 10 minutes later they exited the building with the guy and started writing tickets. The car wasn't towed (he did have to move it), but they did confiscate the placard. Found out from the cop that it was the "rear exit chute's" recently deceased grandmother's and he thought he could just keep using it.
I like to say "You can't out @#&!*!#@ this @#&!*!#@" :p :p