I must be working off some
serious karmic debt. On Monday my
car was
impounded. Yeah yeah yeah I was
parked in someone else's
lot. In fact I've been
parking there on a fairly consistent basis for almost four years now so the tow job really didn't surprise me. The lot belongs to a
funeral home and I always say that I'm stealing parking from the
dead.
I wasn't too hacked off - after all I deserved to be towed. So the next day I go to collect my car and wonder of wonders it was burgled at the impound place. This really upset me. My brand new Nikon 990 was in the trunk... but no more. Of course the tow company has absolutely no legal liability etc...
So I get my car and go back to my cafe to sulk and try to write out my frustration. I can probably work the insurance angle on the credit card I used to purchase the camera. So I decide to go home and start the process of filing a report with the police and when I leave the cafe... there's no car. I'd parked it on the street this time - not illegally.
I ask a neighboring store if they saw what happened to my car and they calmly told me that it had been towed. They had no idea why. This rather put me in a funk and I haven't yet marshalled the personal energy to recover my car yet again. If this keeps up I'm not going to expect to find my car where I've parked it anymore...
Ah well - things are still going exceedingly well with the new boy.