I was in Texas for the previous 2 weeks and just returned today. The return was less than smooth.
Before I left, I was (as usual) unable to secure a ride to the airport on account of the very low number of friends I have left in this state all living too far south from me to ask them to come up and back down for what is, regardless of distance, an annoying schlep for someone to make. Luckily I have an aunt with no job who lives RIGHT HERE and can take me. Except no. She has a disease which makes her not like traffic. I mean – she wouldn’t phrase it that way, of course. She would probably say that she “can’t” drive in traffic, knowing that it would be rude for the other person to point out the lifelong history she’s had of driving in traffic (from North LA to Temecula where her daughter lives, for example, which is 3 hours 1 way) with zero cases of any medical issues arising other than “an intense distaste at something every other human being also doesnt care for”. So the night before I get the setup speech of what a horrible difficult thing it is for her to do for me (it’s less horrible when making the pre-mentioned drive for her daughter, naturally), which is meant to puzzle-piece into the refusal the following day when she says she won’t do it. Awesome. Too late to call a door-to-door shuttle, so I drive to the Flyaway Parking facility in Van Nuys (the Valley), which shuttles you down to Los Angeles International Airport for pretty cheap.
Okay. So, blah-bloo-blee-Texas – and now I come back to sunny Cali-for-ni-“aaayye-WTF… where’s my car???”
Ya dude. My car is very much not in the space I distinctly remember parking it in. I think. I mean. no – ya. It was right there. There inside-lot was full so I parked outside near a tree that would offer it shade for 30% of the day and now theres a car there that isn’t mine. I think. I’m almost positive.
Good thing I backed up my photographic memory with a photograph-on-the-memory of my iPhone, re-iggght? Bad thing that I synced it with the computer in Texas though, as I selected “delete all photos” after the import. So I’ve got a picture of my parking stall in the Valley in California on a computer currently in Dallas Texas. #Winning.
So my next step? Obviously: Call mom… which makes no sense whatsoever (and I admitted such in my first sentence when she picked up) but wtf else is a grown-ass man supposed to do when he is stuck in life if not call mommy?
Naturally, she was just as stumped, but she is more confident in my sanity than I am so that helped. See – I always start from the premise that my grip on reality is shakable, so if someone else remembers something completely different or is confident in a claim that I clearly remember to be false or the circumstances around me point to something that I remember being distinctly not-this-way – I always defer to the outside consensus and assume I was just hallucinating or something. I’m always wrong in that deferment, because in life: I’m almost always right.
I tell the ticket agent that my auto is gone and they asked if my registration was current. Sure? Why wouldn’t it be? and why would that matter? Skipping to the interesting part: the registration was NOT current. and the car got motherfkkn towed. on the first day it was parked there. It now resides at a nearby lot waiting for me to redeem it by showing the current paid registration and kindly pay them $35 a day for every day they kept my car in their lot. At that rate x 2 weeks, that makes over $500 just for the privilege of having someone steal my property and keep it at their place for awhile. Thanks guys!
So what in the actual fudge-with-caramel is going on here?? Flyaway calls the city (?) to tow away their patrons who have out of date registration? Are you god damn kidding me? idontknowstuff so i assumed it was a standard practice despite the non-logic (unless they have a kickback scam going on with the tow company charging hundreds of dollars) of stealing my property without notice and holding it ransom. My lawyer is similarly perplexed as I and I guess we’ll find out whats going on when we go down there together tomorrow (they’re closed tomorrow & plus i have a date–er, i mean – a, eh, business meeting… – with Wyatt, anyway).
Sympathy level = nill cuz it’s my fault for not keeping current on my cars registration, right? One supposes so, but no. I dont actually own this car yet… I don’t have the title to it cuz it was an inbetweener till i bought a new one after a lady t-boned me while i was going straight through a green light awhile ago. I agreed to buy the in-betweener car for super cheap until I replaced it with an actual one but I of course wouldn’t buy it without the proper papers – including the California smog-check certification. The car failed the smog-check so the process didn’t proceed normally. I sure wasn’t going to
So without it being in my name yet, i couldnt very well renew anything, so my only fault really, was not hurrying up the previous lawyer from the accident in getting me the title to the car ive been driving.
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