Saturday was a great night that involved a lot of booze and the awesome idea of dancing three feet from a speaker bigger than me. When we got out of the bar I swear I could close my eyes and hear colors. And I've since started talking like Marlee Matlin. Minor inconvienences.
What was not a minor inconvienence was waking up to almost everyone's cars being towed from the private street that I live on. I felt pretty bad about getting my friend's car that was visiting towed until she said that when we got home the night before I told her that we should move it. Drunk Tim is wise.
It takes a special kind of person to drive a tow truck. Just by doing your job, you know that you're fucking someone's day up. Fine, you're just doing your job, I get it. However, part of that job should involve (ahem, sorry for using the caps lock voice) LOOKING FOR A FUCKING PARKING STICKER BEFORE YOU TOW CARS.
Yes, my car was legally parked in a spot in front of my house and was bearing a sticker that was emblazoned with the name of the towing company that towed the car.
So, a Sunday that was supposed to be filled with brunch, light sightseeing, and an aquarium started instead in a tow yard in Dorchester. This place looked like the surface of the moon. It was apparently where dreams, hygiene, and foliage go to die. We decided on paying for the other two cars instead of using my plan (which involved reenacting the scene from Almost Famous where they ram the gate with the tour bus). I told them that I wasn't going to pay for my car and we proceeded to have a "spirited discussion" about their illegal towing that ended with my roommate Tim being thrown out of the tow yard. The woman in charge said it with such condescension that it was like she was kicking a child out of Disney World. (Caps lock voice!) BUT YOU CAN'T THROW US OUT! WE HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN ON THE DUMBO RIDE YET! Like we want to be in your tow yard anyway.
I was informed that my sticker was in the wrong spot (lower driver's side is apparently incorrect) and that it was also backwards. It was backwards??? I hope that this was just nitpicking and the person who towed my car wasn't actually befuddled by the backwards writing.
Tow Truck Guy: What is this strange language? I can't read it. It must be a space ship, I'm towing it.
Reading backwards is not hard. Not to brag, but there was an Encyclopedia Brown story that had a part written backwards and it said to hold it up to the mirror. I didn't have to. And I was eight.
I would like to point out that the women that were visiting could not have had a better attitude about the entire ordeal. In fact, one of them pointed out how annoyingly white and middle class we were being about the whole thing while fighting the urge to yell at the tow lady, "Do you have any idea what you're doing to us?! We're supposed to be at brunch right now!"
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