Ok,
So my condo association sucks a bag of dicks. It's run by a very small group of self important power mongering people of whom I am not very fond. Recently they decided to have our parking lots repaved.
They were going to pave the lot in two sections, each on a day. Of course, you could park in the not-being-paved section. This was an issue for me because, at the time, I had a car, a jeep, and a truck parked in the parking lot. It was also an issue because I was going on a business trip that would spand the two paving days. I needed a place park the vehicles so that I could leave them there for both days and not have them towed.
Flashback:
A day or two before the repaving, the condo association woman had come to chat with my neighbor as I was leaving for work. My neighboor is about 149 years old, and is very sharp of wit. She's a really cool old lady, and I hang out with her from time to time. The first time the condo lady saw us together, she thought I was trying to rob my neighboor. People make such great assumptions... At any rate, on the day under discussion in this paragraph the witch, (the condo woman, not my neighboor) came to inform my neighbor that if she didn't have her car moved, that it would be towed, but that it was ok to park in "the bottom."
Flash forward:
Remembering this conversation, I decided to park two of the vehicles on the side street, and to drive one to the airport in the morning. Satisfied with my plan, I drove home that night, and parked the Jeep in the bottom. I got up in the morning, and moved the car and the truck to the side street, and then went to the bottom to find my Jeep. It wasn't there.
Evidently, the bottom stops at some point, and the next group of townhouses begins. Those people have different parking passes. There is no visible deliniation between these two parking areas, and I had no idea that one pass wouldn't work for the whole lot. Silly me. The other shitty thing about it is that I believe the same condo association and tow trucks work the same lot. The division is totally arbitrary. I guess it's to keep the cars of the haves and have nots seperated.
You know the drill. I call the cops, get the number, they give me a price, it's like 80 bucks or something, but I'm on my way to the airport, and I'm now running late. I know I'm going to be out of town for at least a couple days, so I know my bill is going to grow. Lovely.
I jump in the car, and drive to the airport, and run to my plane, and make my flight. The business trip is a day longer than it should have been, and it's a flop. I get home days later, after a weather delay on my flight, and drive the car home. I then wait for a taxi to take me to the tow place.
The tow guy tells me on the phone that they only take cash tonight because the credit card machine is broken. I have the cabbie stop and I hit the ATM. We use the cabbies GPS and get to the tow place which is at the back of an industrial park. It is now about 2:15 am. And it's raining. The tow guy at the gate doesn't look or sound like the guy I've been talking to on the phone. In fact. I'm at the wrong tow place.
I have to walk. I walk Up-hill. A mile or two. In the rain. In the dark. In an industrial complex. And find the building that the tow place is supposed to be behind. The tow guy is an idiot and won't answer questions about directions.
I say: "I'm looking at the building with the whatever company sign on it. Do I go around to the left of right."
He says: "It's around the corner of the building"
I'm like: "Which corner?"
He's like: "Around the corner of the building. Walk around."
I'm like: "Toward the light, or toward the sign?"
He's like: "Come around the building"
I strongly consider beating the man to a pulp.
I decide against this, since they know exactly who I am, and since it's not, strictly speaking, his fault that I got towed.
I walk to the corner of the building and find that I'm at the wrong corner. This matters because the building is huge. I walk the length of the building to the other corner and retrieve my jeep. It's filthy, and wet. and the top and doors have been off in the dirt lot for days.
I drive home and get to bed around 4 AM.
With the Cab Fair, Tow Bill and Storage, I'm out close to $300.
So my condo association sucks a bag of dicks. It's run by a very small group of self important power mongering people of whom I am not very fond. Recently they decided to have our parking lots repaved.
They were going to pave the lot in two sections, each on a day. Of course, you could park in the not-being-paved section. This was an issue for me because, at the time, I had a car, a jeep, and a truck parked in the parking lot. It was also an issue because I was going on a business trip that would spand the two paving days. I needed a place park the vehicles so that I could leave them there for both days and not have them towed.
Flashback:
A day or two before the repaving, the condo association woman had come to chat with my neighbor as I was leaving for work. My neighboor is about 149 years old, and is very sharp of wit. She's a really cool old lady, and I hang out with her from time to time. The first time the condo lady saw us together, she thought I was trying to rob my neighboor. People make such great assumptions... At any rate, on the day under discussion in this paragraph the witch, (the condo woman, not my neighboor) came to inform my neighbor that if she didn't have her car moved, that it would be towed, but that it was ok to park in "the bottom."
Flash forward:
Remembering this conversation, I decided to park two of the vehicles on the side street, and to drive one to the airport in the morning. Satisfied with my plan, I drove home that night, and parked the Jeep in the bottom. I got up in the morning, and moved the car and the truck to the side street, and then went to the bottom to find my Jeep. It wasn't there.
Evidently, the bottom stops at some point, and the next group of townhouses begins. Those people have different parking passes. There is no visible deliniation between these two parking areas, and I had no idea that one pass wouldn't work for the whole lot. Silly me. The other shitty thing about it is that I believe the same condo association and tow trucks work the same lot. The division is totally arbitrary. I guess it's to keep the cars of the haves and have nots seperated.
You know the drill. I call the cops, get the number, they give me a price, it's like 80 bucks or something, but I'm on my way to the airport, and I'm now running late. I know I'm going to be out of town for at least a couple days, so I know my bill is going to grow. Lovely.
I jump in the car, and drive to the airport, and run to my plane, and make my flight. The business trip is a day longer than it should have been, and it's a flop. I get home days later, after a weather delay on my flight, and drive the car home. I then wait for a taxi to take me to the tow place.
The tow guy tells me on the phone that they only take cash tonight because the credit card machine is broken. I have the cabbie stop and I hit the ATM. We use the cabbies GPS and get to the tow place which is at the back of an industrial park. It is now about 2:15 am. And it's raining. The tow guy at the gate doesn't look or sound like the guy I've been talking to on the phone. In fact. I'm at the wrong tow place.
I have to walk. I walk Up-hill. A mile or two. In the rain. In the dark. In an industrial complex. And find the building that the tow place is supposed to be behind. The tow guy is an idiot and won't answer questions about directions.
I say: "I'm looking at the building with the whatever company sign on it. Do I go around to the left of right."
He says: "It's around the corner of the building"
I'm like: "Which corner?"
He's like: "Around the corner of the building. Walk around."
I'm like: "Toward the light, or toward the sign?"
He's like: "Come around the building"
I strongly consider beating the man to a pulp.
I decide against this, since they know exactly who I am, and since it's not, strictly speaking, his fault that I got towed.
I walk to the corner of the building and find that I'm at the wrong corner. This matters because the building is huge. I walk the length of the building to the other corner and retrieve my jeep. It's filthy, and wet. and the top and doors have been off in the dirt lot for days.
I drive home and get to bed around 4 AM.
With the Cab Fair, Tow Bill and Storage, I'm out close to $300.