My Big Tow

My Big Tow
I don't always ride the bus to work, sometimes I drive my car, but only on special occasions when I have something going on after work. A few Friday's ago, the Astros were competing for the Wild Card pick in the playoffs and I had tickets. So I drove downtown on that Friday with plans of meeting Marilee and Kara for the game. I was even trying to be productive, thinking that I could work late (on a Friday) and then just walk over to the ballpark. Since the day I started working downtown, whenever I drive in I always have this big fear that I will come down to the location of my car and it will be gone. Well on this day, that nightmare came true.

I park in this lot that has numbered parking spaces and then you put your money in this big box in the slot with the number that corresponds to your parking spot. After work, I decided to take a few of my bags to my car so I wouldn't have to run around downtown looking like the bag lady. I walk to the parking lot, look around and realize, that my truck is gone. I immediately have to give myself a pep-talk so that I don't end up crying and I try not to look too stupid because there is a cute guy who is paying for his parking and I don't want him to think..."ahh look at the retard who lost her whole car". So I call the towing company and find out that they towed my truck for "failure to pay" (which I definitely did pay) and they tell me that it will be $200 to get my car back.

Now, I like to think that everyone works hard at their job and is paid accordingly... but really, hooking my truck up(falsely, might I add) and dragging it a few miles away does not constitute $200.

So anyway, I still went to the Astros game and they made it into the playoffs. I did almost get in a fight with this guy that wouldn't move out of our seats. At which point Marilee suggested that I might be a contestant on a show called "Boiling Point" where they see how far they can push you before you go crazy. My friend Kara and I went and picked up my truck at about 11:00 that night. It might possibly be classified as the scariest time in my life. But we managed through, paid the $200 and went to Applebee's where the manager paid for my whole meal because he felt sorry for me... he's a pretty cool guy!!

So the moral of the story is... never drive downtown... EVER!!