So yesterday was an awesome morning.
On Wednesday night, I got home and had a letter in the mail from the DMV. I thought it was going to be the results from the appeal of a ticket I got a few month ago so I opened it semi-cheerfully expecting good news, but instead, it was a notice that my car had been towed.
Apparently, I had parked in an embassy spot right by outside my apartment and hadn’t noticed. Joy.
Now I know what you might be thinking… How the hell did you not notice that your car was missing?
I use my car VERY occasionally. I really only drive it on the weekends for grocery shopping or if I go out to Virginia to shop. Day-to-day, I walk, bike, or take the metro everywhere, so I don’t check on my car everyday. And you’re right… I probably should.
But anyways, crappy as it was, I decided to make the best of it and head to the place where it had been towed to when the office opened at 8am yesterday. And even though I live in one of the most accessible parts of DC, they of course decided to tow it all the way to the other side of the city in a less-than-stellar part of DC that is not at all accessible by public transport.
So, I hopped on the metro to the closest stop and then took an $11 cab ride to the facility. I walked in with the notice, my title, and my license (everything they said I would need), and said I was there to get my car.
“We have your car marked to move to another lot today, ma’am. Let me check on it.”
“Yeah, it’s already been moved to the other lot.”
“But it’s 8am and the letter said you opened at 8am today.”
“Well the office opens at 8am, but our guys start working at 6am. Yours was the first car they moved.”
“Great. Well where is it?”
So then he hands me a set of MapQuest directions with a 30 minute car trip printed on it to get to the other lot.
“But how am I supposed to get there? You have my car!”
Insert full-blown meltdown on my part. I really tried to hold it together, but after leaving my house at 7:15am to get to this place in the middle of nowhere to claim my car (and still be at work on time), they had moved it to the complete opposite side of the city that was only accessible by car.
Tears will do pretty wonderful things. After being brought tissues and told that yes, I would be late to work, but sit down, they arranged for a tow truck that was bringing another car to the other lot to take me with it, so I ended up getting a ride to the lot (after waiting 30 minutes).
I ended up getting to the other lot where my car was, filling out a bunch of paperwork, and trying not to let the artwork on the wall taunt me too much.
So 3 hours of my morning in all 4 quadrants of DC and $180 dollars later, I got my car back. And then I made sure not to park it in an embassy spot. I guess I’ll be checking signs a little more carefully going forward!
On a brighter note, today is my holiday party at work followed by a work happy hour, and I’m not planning on exercising moderation in any way. 🙂