[Now listening to: Yes - Long Distance Runaround & The Fish]
Went for a stroll in the pissing rain, only to find out upon my return that my car was towed from my parking spot at my building.
What had happened?
Well, first of all it was the property manager who informed me about the misfortune of my car. It seems that when I moved in here on the 2nd they forgot to mark my parking spot off as “taken” and thought it was still available. So someone else was going to take it and, oh behold, my car was parked there. Who’d thunk.
One would have thought the Alberta license plate sort of tipped them off, but oh no. So when I walked into the building they informed me that my car was towed but they would get it back at no charge for me (now that was nice, I didn’t even had to pay for it).
Okay, am being sarcastic now, but I just had to laugh it off, at least I didn’t had anywhere to go today.
It sort of is a real good “close out” for the rest of my month, but I am far beyond worrying about pity things like this, there are more important things to do then worry about wrongly towed cars these days (do I sound smug or what).
Of course, for the next half hour everybody in the property management office was showing up at my door trying to apologize profoundly for their mistake.