I wasn’t ticked,
I was pissed.
Of course,OF COURSE MY CAR GETS TOWED ON THE WESTSIDE.
I’m surprised it never happened after all the times I went to UCLA.
I went to the Westside for some after-Thanksgiv shenanigans.
I parked my car on Barrington and Chenault… Where I always park.
Allegedly, I was parked in a “tow-zone.”
Hungover as always, we went to Coral Tree and ate some Eggs Benedict to revive us.
We dropped Melissa and Nicole off at their cars, then Lauren took her volkswagen beetle (snowball) to my car.
Nowhere to be seen.
There was a moment when I was on the phone with the tow people that I thought my car had been stolen.
But alas, it had just been picked up the night before.
With a wonderful $268.00 fee, and a $90.00 ticket,
you better believe I was in the best of spirits.
Depressed, I went to Souplantation and guess what?