What is going on?

Seriously. What is going on? First my Mac, now this? Please don't tell me they always come in 3's. Let's count that ticket the 1st occurence then...

It was an eventful night. I went to the gym after work, and when I walked into the lot where I parked my car, it was nowhere to be found. I thought I was losing my mind. "It must have been stolen," I thought. I felt sick to my stomach. Both my wallet and cellphone were in the car. I didn't know where to go and what to do. I walked back into the gym and asked to borrow their phone. I was lucky enough to get a nice girl's cellphone to use.

I called the police station, and found out that it was towed. I supposed it was better than stolen. Yes it was a "good" news, just not that good - I had to pay $225 in cash to get it out. I should not have parked across the street in that shopping center. BUT I had parked there for the last 2 years, who knew someone would really call to tow my car? I kept calling Dave on this borrowed cellphone, because his number was the only one I remembered. Sadly he didn't answer. I was helpless. If I didn't pick it up tonight, the charge would likely double tomorrow. I was so stressed.

The manager in the gym saw me looking distressed and offered to give me a ride to the tow yard. I didn't know how to take it at first. He didn't even know me. Shortly after 8 PM, Dave still didn't pick up or call back, so I hopped into the manager's car and off we went. My car was actually towed to a different city, Lincoln Heights, and since the manager wasn't from the area, we got a little lost. Luck for me, we found it just in time. There were two other ladies who also came to pick up their car. It was also towed in the same lot. We were all annoyed, but what could we do?

I went to see my car, it was fine, and I got my wallet. The kind manager took me to a CVS in the area and I took out lots of cash. I paid the amount and finally took my car out. This was some shady and seedy operation. The lot was tiny, and only needed two people to operate. They were located in a residential area in Lincoln Heights, and if no one pointed it out, I would have never noticed it was a tow yard. All cash too?! Evil! Again I thanked the manager some more and took off. What an evening... and ugh, expensive too!

Dave actually thought some recruiter was bothering him so he didn't pick up, and when he finally checked the messages I left, he took off running looking for me. He called just when I was about to call him. We were just a block away from each other. I started to tell him what happened, but stopped in the middle because I was so hungry and tired. He took me to a small Mexican restaurant and we split a burrito and 5 potato tacos. That was a good meal and a half.

I couldn't believe how much it cost me, just in 45 minutes I was $225 poorer. So stupid too. I should remember PK's number. He would actually be the next right person to call, but I didn't have my phone with me and I never tried to memorize his or anyone else's number. Sigh. A costly lesson learned!