I thought my car had been towed!
Where I live is kind of– strict — about parking. I live in a split use building; most of the building is commercial, but part of it is condo. There’s absolutely tons of parking, but the commercial side won’t let the residents use it. At least not overnight.
Which I think is total bullshit, btw.
Anyway, after singing at a church gig on Sunday morning, I stopped by the grocery store and picked up a few things. Not wanting to make the trek all the way from the parking garage, I parked in one of the spots outside.
A spot that doesn’t allow overnight parking.
Which wouldn’t be a problem normally, as I have my very own parking space in The garage.
Which my car would have been in.
Had I remembered to move it.
Which I didn’t.
Yeah, after carting my groceries upstairs I got distracted. And then started coffee and rolls. And then got to not feeling great. Which led to a nap. And then vegging on the couch. And then bed.
This morning it suddenly dawned on me that I had never moved my car. And these fuckers TOW!
I sprinted downstairs, my heart in my throat. Luckily my baby was still there (although blocked by a van so I couldn’t see him!!). I just received a warning that my car was going to be towed unless I moved it.
Phew. Crisis averted.