Well, what started as a pretty good weekend took an embarrassing turn on Sunday.
First off, let me just say that I can be pretty scatterbrained. There are things that happen that I just don’t make a connection in my brain as being worth focusing on… so I don’t. Usually to disastrous results.
Like bill paying.
I am notoriously bad about paying bills on time. Thank buddha and Al Gore for the Internet tho… because everything that I can pay electronically, I do. Which has helped. But before that? I would just dump the bills in a stack and forget about them.
It’s not like the companies didn’t get there money– they did. Just on my schedule. Which irked them quite a bit. Hence my poor credit rating.
On Sunday I had just gotten rid of dad, and then had to run to Home Depot for the 3rd time in as many days to get planters and shit for my balcony. And the rain was moving in and i wanted to get the shit planted before everything got soggy and muddy.
So I parked in fromt of my building, and ran up my planters. Then I got a lengthy holiday call from Mom. Then I had some cat puke to clean up. Then I wanted a soda and some ibuprofen.
Oh, but the planters! So I planted them– but ran out of dirt. Which would necessitate another trip to Homo Depot. Then I needed to clean up the plastic planters that didn’t work right so I could return them.
Then it was time to look in on the cat I’m watching this weekend. Then I tried to find folks available to go to the bar for show tune sing-a-long because yesterday was my last free Sunday until about September.
Then I got sleepy, so I took a nap.
Anyway– 6 pm rolls around and I decide that I’m hungry and I need dinner. Should I order pizza? No– I’ll run to the grocery store and get some pasta and other sundries. So I head down to my parking garage, and I’m texting on my phone, and I press my key fob to unlock my car.
So I look up, and I’ve totally walked past my parking space. My *empty* parking space.
So I have a small moment of panic. “Why is my space empty? Where’s my ca….”
Then I REALLY panic.,
I’ve been parked out in front of my building in a “10 minute only” drop off zone– for like 5 hours!!!
Then I really REALLY panic!
I run to the front of the building… and sure enough. No car. All that remains are the signs that proclaim that violators will be towed at the owner’s expense.
Shit! Shit Fuck goddamn SHTI!
And then I notice there is absolutely no phone number printed on the signs. Or anywhere else on the building.
Now I really Really REALLY panic!
It’s Sunday past 6 pm, on a holiday weekend, and I have no office help, no contacts, and no idea where my car has been towed! Do I call the police? What do I do?
So I called the “after hours” maintenance emergency line, which is supposed to be used for like water leaks and other major loft maintenance craziness. I explain my issue to the operator, who takes my info, and then passes it on to the association “on call” person.
Who, to her credit calls me like 3 minutes later and was super nice. She had a number for the building security and she gave it to me.
Which I immediately called– and the security guard was most helpful. Yes, the grey Impreza had been towed. And the impound yard was only 2 blocks away. Very walkable.
So I did.
And $200 (and much embarassment) later, I was finally on my way to the grocery store.
I guess it could have been much worse. As much as the whole scenario sucked, I am thankful that I had the money to get my car back and that I could walk to where it was being held prisoner. I’m also glad I opted to head to the grocery store, or it would have been Monday before I noticed my missing vehicle.
Then I would have Panic At the Disco Panicked!
Am I big dork or what?