Last time I got a visitor ticket, there was a section on the back where you could essentially apologize and promise not to park without a permit on campus again. The fine would automatically be eliminated if you weren't a student or employee, but I suppose it would not on the second offense for the same car. I suspect times have changed since then.
Story time. Back in the day, I used to park at Northgate and walk to class from the 1 hour spots. I rarely got a ticket, as there was only one CS officer devoted to parking, and when I did it was only $15 as opposed to TAMU parking tickets which ran $35 back then. Good times. It was nice because for those 1.5 hour classes plus walking time, I usually had a pretty good spot and it was free. Usually.
But my best parking ticket story involved Bob Wiatt. Mr. Wiatt was a Texas FBI agent back in the day. He was the fella who shot Robert Dent out in Wheelock, north of Bryan, back in 1969. That whole event was made into Spielberg's first movie, "Sugarland Express" starring Goldie Hawn. Here's a couple links if you haven't heard about it:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sugarland_Expresshttp://www.texasmonthly.com/preview/2001-09-01/texana8Anywho, after Mr. Wiatt retired from the FBI, he was hired at A&M as director of the university police. Somewhere around that time, I got a parking ticket.
As I recalled, PTTS was located in the old building across the street from the (then) brand new Clayton Williams Alumni Center. So, I drove over there with ticket in hand. What I didn't know at the time was, the PTTS office had moved to the new parking garage across the street from Rudder.
I walked into the old building, now UPD HQ, which had a large central foyer with cubicles and offices opening into it. The center was a hubbub of activity as cops, detectives, and Mr. Wiatt himself was holding court, complete with his eye patch and mean one-eye glare.
All conversation stopped as soon as I came in the door, with all eyes focused on me. The suspicion was tense! They knew I was guilty of SOMETHING, they just didn't know what, yet. Was I here to confess? Point the finger at some partner in crime? They waited with baited breath.
I said, "Uh, where do I pay this parking ticket?" And they, rather reluctantly, pointed me to the new parking garage. I left in a hurry.

Some time after that, Mr. Wiatt made the news when a women's group TP'd the university president's mansion. Mr. Wiatt was mad, and promised to bring full charges against the responsible parties. But I think they got away with it. It was in the dead of night and nobody was around when they were throwing TP up on the roof and in the trees.
I respect Mr. Wiatt and his colorful career. I'm glad the worst things he had to worry about at A&M involved kids pulling dumb stunts and perhaps some staff malfeasance. I'm sure for the most part it was much better than the nasty stuff he had to deal with as an FBI agent.
Edit spelling, dangit.
[This message has been edited by techno-ag (edited 8/4/2010 7:25p).]