i got to talk to a very nice gentlemen on the phone who confirmed that i had less than two hours to arrive at an address with one hundred dollars in cash in exchange for my car. i hung up the phone feeling like i had just received an ultimatum from my bookie. my mom arrived about thirty minutes later to pick me up and drive me to the towing "station"- if you can call a muddy field with what looked like a trailer-turned-office a station. i wanted to scream.
the whole event obviously made me royally pissed off...figures that i have the most successful waitressing shift of my short career only to hand it all over to a tow-truck man sixteen hours later. (sidenote: don't accusingly ask the tow-man where the keys to your car are. he doesn't have your keys, you do. i guess i just felt so violated by the fact that someone took my car that i thought they would have my keys somehow as well). now, i admit that i shouldn't have been leaving my car where i was these past two weeks, which was in the parking lot of a church center ("help thy neighbor?" more like "call thy tow-truck"). however, my current employer does not provide any parking options, meaning us employees have to fend for ourselves among the city-monitored parking garages and meters. yikes. thanks, but the last thing i need right now is for one of them "cops" in their pint-size vehicles to roll up next to my ford focus while the meter is expired.
this whole event has also lead me to reflect on how many "firsts" i have had since graduating college...first time driving across state lines. first time being pulled over and written up for speeding. first time getting my oil-changed, applying (and being denied) for credit cards, and accepting (and quitting) full-time jobs. guess i can add "first time being towed" to the list.
i'm afraid to find out what "first" is in store next...
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