My dream in life is receiving a certified letter from the city council of some distant city, saying:

“You know you were around here for three days, during your holidays, one year ago? And you know that Saturday evening you parked for six hours and three minutes in this or that street? Well, turns out you have a parking ticket pending, plus interests. And we know there's no way you can prove TODAY that you used the parking meter. HAHAHA. You don't even remember having parked there! So, PAY!! SUBMIT!! HAHAHA!!”

And then I go to my folders, find the one for that year and month, produce the parking meter receipt that I meticulously saved (in perfect state), implacably nullifying that miserable attack against the very core of my being and emerging triumphant and glorious against all odds.