Today started off alright. I woke up bright and early and fully rested. Went down to the gym for an hour. Made it into work on time. Had a good lunch. I was feeling pretty good. Around 3pm I was on the roof at Yale talking to my friend Steph on the phone when I saw a tow truck with a car that looked like mine driving down York St. For a split second I thought it could be mine… but I couldn’t imagine why I would get towed so I figured it was somebody else.
5pm comes around and I leave work and head for my car… but I couldn’t find it. Then I remembered watching that car get towed and I realized that it actually was mine. Definitely felt like a sucker. Back in February I had gotten a bunch of parking tickets within a short amount of time and forgot to pay… so the fees all doubled and when my parking meter expired today the New Haven PD decided to seek their revenge.
I called the police right away to find out where they had taken it, but they told me that they never towed it. So I got a list of every place they use and called every one of them. Each place told me they had never towed it. 6:00 comes around and I still have no clue where my car is…. I’m starting to think that maybe it was stolen. Around 6:30 it finally shows up in the system, but they tell me I have to pay $300 in cash to get the car back. Of course my wallet is in my car, and this just happens to be the first week in a long time when I’ve been short on cash. Plus I had no way to get the the police department and the tow company to pick up my car. Fortunately my friend Leigh rushed to rescue and saved the day. By 9pm I had my car back, so me, Leigh, and Nugget headed down to O’Sullivans for some Irish nachos. My afternoon was ruined and I’m gonna be tight on cash this weekend… but it was still an adventure, and now I know to always pay my parking tickets.