If Only

Freshman year, I parked my car overnight on a street right by my dorm. I didn't really use it much, because I lived and ate on campus, so a few days later I went to retrieve it from the street. It wasn't there. Before panic set in, I noticed a sign that said something to the effect of "NO PARKING NIGHTS FROM ELEVENTY A.M. TO BLERGITY A.M. ON DAYS ENDING WITH 'DAY' "... or something to that effect. Really, it was because they swept the street on Wednesday nights and wanted people to move their cars out of the way. So I call my dad up, fuming (my dad is famous for getting me out of tough situations, like being stuck in Palermo, Sicily, and arranging plane tickets out of there with my credit card) and he takes me to the tow place. We get there, and it's this ramshackle trailer, filled with smelly mechanics, at least three children, a blaring television, one slow-moving and very grumpy woman, and about 6 other freshmen. Needless to say, I wasn't about to scale the fence to retrieve my car (though I did think about it), so I paid my 90 bucks to get my car out of hawk. I go around back to get it, and what do I find? Two parking tickets, stuck to my windshield with ice.

So I don't like tow trucks so much, even though I was the idiot that parked my car in a "street-sweeping zone".

And I wish I was this lady: