The Story of Dos Gringos
Last night Jason's truck was towed away. Along with every other car that was in the lot we parked in. The tow truck guy and the police were working together last night to make a hella lot of money off drunk twenty somethings, and it worked.
I was pissed. I didn't talk to Jason for half an hour while we walked to the tow truck place hoping it would be less than ten dollars to spring his truck. On our way we ran into his friend Moe who was hanging out with some girls he had just met. They were both from Cali, and when I told one of the girls I went to SUA, she told me her community college professor had worked there and called us a cult.
When we got to the tow truck place, the guy behind the barbed wire told us he would happily give us Jason's truck if we coughed up $140.
While Jason walked to the ATM, I stayed behind and kicked it with the these big ass Chollos who kept threatening to shoot the guy behind the barbed wire. At this point I just started laughing, especially since one of the guys peed on the fence and then they made the wait for the cars a dance party by bumping the music in the truck they had drove over in super loud.
I was laughing because if I didn't I was gonna cry...
Jason paid, I decided to forgive him for parking in a tow away zone, and we drove home happily ever after at 3 o' clock in the morning.
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ellie, i read this and it reminded me of the time that i got my car towed in west hollywood.
do i tell you the story? why yes.
So, it's like 10 of us SUA students who go up to WeHo...lots of young ones, some older ones. Me, Michael, Kanika, and some young gay things.
I find what looks to be the longest row of best parking spots ever. Go into the club--Rage, one of the standards of WeHo--and come out about 45 minutes later to get Kanika some stuff from my car. I think I should've taken the sign that the ticket was there as "I need to move my car right now," but being deluded by that, it so became a non-issue and we went back into the club. Now, when we get out at 2am, I've totally forgotten about the ticket and I'm not drunk, but I was able to chat with a cool guy and grind with another...I was happy.
And then, we walk out to where I thought my car would be...
"It's not there!" This is me and 4 other people standing there on the curb and I was silly like a ninny.
Look for the sign to see if maybe they've towed it. Which of course they did cuz I parked in a permit zone. D'oh!
90 minutes and a cramped car ride in Michael's car to the tow lot later, after standing with some Latinos and a *very hot* Italian guy waiting to get our cars, I had the pleasure to fork over $340 to un-impound my car and get on my way home.
Let's say, 1. I've never been happier to see my car before; 2. I'm never parking in a permitted zone again and I'm checking two or three times that I'm not.
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