When I was in college, someone kept leaving their car in our driveway, in a spot we had rented to a now-irate third party. The police wouldn’t tow it, but a friendly cop clued me into the procedure for claiming “abandoned” property.
I filled out some paperwork, paid a $10 fee, and the cop came back with some giant “abandoned?!” stickers that he pasted all over the car. If no one called the number on the stickers within 72 hours, the car would be mine.
Alas, at hour 70, a woman came out and started furiously scrubbing away the stickers, so I just missed getting a car. On the plus side, she never parked there again and the rent money from the parking spot covered our cable and propane bill until we moved out.
Bad in an inactive kinda way, but nevertheless, something that I, as a good human, should feel sufficiently bad about to warrant my taking action.