It really wasn't anything crazy cool. unpaid tickets. got cuffed and everything. taken downtown. met with a judge about 10 minutes later. payment plan. got released. then took a cab down to where my car had been towed.
Now, for some reason, the title never got transfered into my name so they would only release the car if I could give them the VIN or the license plate number. Which, fuck, you expect me to look hot AND know my license plate number?
I called AAA. they didnt have it. I called the shop that
volivershagnasty works at. Spoke to his co-worker, Chris.
"heeeey...so. yeah, like a YEAR ago, i brought my car in to get my brakes fixed. Can you look up that work order and see if you have my VIN? I swear I'll give you a hand job or something"
5 minutes later, I had all the info I needed. paid the $176 to get my car out (which...seriously. Like, I was sitting in the office at the impound lot when my car came in. I was in and out of the courthouse faster than they could tow my car. and they still charged me 176) and drove off the lot.
Then i noticed something...my interior lights were on. Stopped to get gas..opened and closed all the doors...checked all the lights...nothing would be keeping them on. Something had to have gotten fucked up during the tow. bitches.
So, my car is in the front of my house, battery draining.
At least I'm not having to decide which gang I want to join down at Travis Co. Jail
i forgot my phone at work yesterday and they're closed till tuesday
Of course, your other half > my other half.