Little Victories

Yesterday morning would have been a nice relaxing one had I not walked out of my apartment to find my car, Newman, no where to be found. I stared at the spot where I had parked him the day before. I KNEW I hadn't parked him in the garage because my parents car was in there. I borrowed their car while Newman was in the shop so I could still get to and from work. So for a moment I just stared. Then I remember Dave had his car towed before so I knew it had been taken. I huffed and stomped my way to the garage to drive my parents car to work.

I called Dave and told him the story and he promised me that I wouldn't have to pay for it, that I would be able to get my car back minus the $125 fee. I drove to work livid, barely holding back angry tears. I called my apartment complex and nicely (I promise) explained the situation. I explained how I had the tag on my rear view mirror but I also have a tag for my work parking garage so at 2:00 am when these towing people creep on cars in the dark maybe they couldn't see it. The apartment manager basically told me that I was just going to have to go to the towing place and fight it out with them. Which is what I did. Dave and I drove over after work and I ever so nicely explained that I did in fact have a parking pass. This was verified by tweetle dum and tweetle guido (the slick haired manager). Now granted, my tags are approximately the same size but as you can see from the picture above if you take a couple seconds to LOOK you'll see I do have the necessary tag. They mulled it over, and decided they could do without my $125, and let me go, "just this time." I restrained myself from doing the I win dance in the gravel with my kitten leopard print heels as I walked out to the car. I figured why rub their face in it when I pretty much looked the part of a spoiled princess anyway.

Yay to the little victories that make me happy, where right comes out on top, and when Lauren can assert herself without being bitchy.