South Padre for spring break. Walking from our beach house to some club, the urge to pee hit me. Went to a bush on the side of the road and let it flow. No more than a couple seconds go by before I'm spot-lighted from behind and then the lights/siren confirm what I already suspect. I finish up, then the interrogation starts. It's apparent that I'm drunk. When they ask for my ID, I tell them I don't have it because we're going to a foam party or something and I didn't want my wallet to get ruined. I'm just wearing a swimsuit so I flip my pockets, and I just have my phone in a ziplock bag. It appeared I was being truthful, and I mostly was, except my ID was in my shoe. I brilliantly give them a fake name and fake address, and I go on my merry way, laughing with my friends as I tear the ticket up and throw it in the garbage.
Fast forward probably six months, and I come home to royally pissed off parents. Well, you see, when a ticket goes unpaid, apparently the South Padre PD will mail you a reminder. Which I, of course, never thought would be an issue since I had outsmarted the cops. Welp, it turns out I gave them: a) my real first name and only a fake last name, and B) more importantly, practically the correct address (e.g., I said "123 Barton Drive, Austin, Texas 78733" instead of the real address of "123 Barton Creek Lane, Austin, Texas 78733.) Apparently that's close enough for USPS. Maybe if the name had been completely different, I could've convinced them that I had nothing to do with it. Hell, if that had been the case, they probably wouldn't have even opened the letter.
So, on top of now having to pay a higher fine, my parental-punishment was significantly enhanced for lying to the cops. By that point, my brilliant stunt was already known by everyone at school. My brother ensured that everyone also found out how much of a moron I actually was. Looking back on it, this outcome made for a far better story.