| My friend let me use her car while she's away, in exchange for catsitting her two lovelies. Anywho, I stopped by my apartment the other night to check on some stuff. When I went outside, the car was gone. I called up the towing company that works my neighborhood and they said they towed it because I was in an illegal spot (every spot in my neighborhood requires a sticker to park, which my friend who lives 20 miles away wouldn't have, right?). So, I was like "Ok, where can I go get it?" and they told me I couldn't. I guess they could hear the confusion in my silence because they then told me that the plates had been revoked, most likely because of lack of insurance. I said "ok, thank you" and hung up the phone. I was fine until my wife asked me what they said, which was when I went into a flying rampage and started beating the wall. The only reason I was so upset is, if I had been stopped, they'd have taken me away on the spot, no questions asked. And I was just thinking about all the state troopers that had been riding in back of me over the course of the previous week. Somehow, I managed to break my pinky and ringfinger knuckles on both hands, which I find strange as I remember hitting the wall straight-on. But, to finish, I didn't feel anything until the next day. The only reason I'm able to type now is I'm doped up on the good stuff. |
