My tires were slashed one Thanksgiving. I had arrived at a friend's place, and parking is limited on their street. Since it was a mail holiday, I parked in front of a mailbox. I arrived late in the afternoon, so people would have had a good 24 hours to empty their mailboxes before I arrived. I left late at night - well, tried to leave. Some asshole slashed both passenger tires. The cops showed up in a mere 20-30 minutes, and then proceeded to do jack shit to find the perpetrator so I could get restitution despite numerous neighborhood reports of a specific individual who had threatened to slash tires.
At least they had the common sense to not ticket me. But that's it. Fortunately, I had added a full-size wheel to the trunk in addition to the donut spare, and thus had replacements for both wheels to limp 25 miles home.