Ahh yes! June 19th is finally here and I’m all hyped up to see my high school friends. Even with the recent Facebook explosion I was still ecstatic about getting to see 7 years worth of graduating classes attend this one big reunion. Anxious to see what everybody has blossomed into I let my poor judgment get the best of me. The city of Norfolk Commercials seem so inviting. The commercials show Downtown as a beacon for the new trendy down town party life with fresh new clubs and eateries popping up all the time. What they don’t tell you is that the mistake of parking in the wrong spot can turn a 100 dollar night out into a nightmare.
Dude Where’s my car? Atfer laughing and chumming it up with old high school buddies … laughing and drinking I deiced that the bar is closing and it’s time to head home! I would never drive drunk so I made sure I took my time to drink early and sober up before I left, so I was in excellent condition when I walked out of the venue. Wait. My car is not in the spot where I left it!! I am generally calm in the face of adversity knew there was only one explanation for this missing car … I was towed! Damn it! I was sure I had read all 5 signs carefully before I exited the vehicle and was sure my car had been taken by mistake. Had my wife played a trick on me and taken the car home making sure I was not drive while under the influence wasn’t far fetched. I called my wife, and her answer to the question at hand was a sharp no! Awwwww man! I call one of my closes friends, and say hey come back and get me I’m gonna need a ride.
While waiting for my friend to return I decided I need to know where the car actual is before I can get him to take me to it. I approach Officer Friendly … you remember how they come to your elementary school introduce themselves and turn on the lights and be polite and tell you all the things you wanted to hear about being there to help WRONG! This old man perch in the middle of the street atop one of those three wheeled soap boxes (three wheeled Segway) was everything but friendly, I guess this was trendy part the commercial talked about. His nonchalant attitude and sarcasm didn’t really sit well with me .. But I couldn’t let this grey haired old man get under my skin or get me off the task of finding my car. The vaguest directions possible where given “ behind Ruby Tuesday on Raby Rd.” Great! … there’s only 5 tow companies back there …. You’ ve been a great help! To only make matter worst … my cell phone had just used the last cell and died so I cursed Motorola too. Standing on this corner looking like GQ’s Big Man of the Month waiting for this friend I potted my next move . After about 20mins they finally pooped out of the side street Yes!
After searching two of the tow companies and find them unmanned I almost gave up for the night! Ugh! There was one more spot I needed to check Jacks towing… as I was giving up on finding my car tonight I ran into another one of my high school buddies driving a tow truck for Jack’s awww Wayne don’t tell me it was you … I described my car to him and he said nah it wasn’t him but he would give me a number to call to find out where it was. I called this number and they couldn’t tell me where the place was… “What!? Are you serious?” but they did give me the number come to find out they were right around the corner. Great! I get there and the lady behind the glass window give me a ticket for 35 dollars … I’m thinking sweet!! That’s all … then she taxes me with the 135 towing fee … What! You had it for 2 hours and I was only 3 mile from the yard. Astronomical!
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