The car was parked across the street from my building, about 20 feet from my bedroom window. Two parking tickets.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I'm a Basketcase
I thought my rental car got stolen last weekend. I called the cops; we "canvassed the neighborhood," searching for a red Toyota Highlander in vain for almost an hour. I went to the precinct and filled out Grand Larceny - Auto paperwork. The cops berated me for not having a New York driver's license. They took me to Avis, where I had to wait in the back of their car while they talked to the manager. I cried. A lot, I guess. I'm a weenie.
The car was parked across the street from my building, about 20 feet from my bedroom window. Two parking tickets.
The car was parked across the street from my building, about 20 feet from my bedroom window. Two parking tickets.
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Oh, good! I mean, that's too bad. No, wait - it's very good! I think it's good. Whatever. Maybe take the train next time.
ReplyDeleteyeah, you are crazy, but not because of this, but for so many other reasons.
ReplyDeleteeat a dick, ananymous!
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