I love dumb crook stories.
Many years ago, in a little burg south of here, one of the town drunks (the place was so small they had to take turns) was the son of a prominent family: everybody in town knew him. His parents had cut off his money, so he needed cash to drink on. He decided to rob the town bank. He walked in unarmed, with no disguise of any kind, claimed to have a gun, and staggered out with a sack of bills.
Unfortunately his family had taken his car and he'd lost his license, so he had no getaway vehicle. He walked to a pay phone on the town square, called a cab, and waited. The police got there before the taxi, to his complete befuddlement.
Needless to say, he was pretty fuddled anyway.