So...my car got impounded, today...
After a series of Frustrating Events, which is such a long-winded and ridiculous tale that any sane person would be reluctant to believe it wholeheartedly, I was set to finally get my car issues settled by the end of the week. After months of driving in fear of The Man, one ticket under my belt (from a kind and understanding police officer) and various unsuccessful attempts to acquire a replacement title for my car, the light at the end of the tunnel was finally starting to show.
Until this morning.
Waking up a bit early, I decided to be productive ,and run a few errands before work. And after dropping off my Netflix at the post office (how ironic...since I work for Netflix, and the post office is closed today, making said action completely useless in the first place, but anyways...), I was already to continue my daily commute, singing along to the Monkees' "Daydream Believer".
But Fate, it seemed, took umbrage with my happy tune, and placed the absolute slowest driver in the world (10 MPH in a 35 MPH zone) in front of me, and a bored cop behind me, who pulled me over three blocks later. The offiicer was quick to scoff at my plight, and the numerous articles of evidence proving I was hard at work at fixing any of my legality issues. And a very long fifteen minutes later, I was footing it back to my apartment, a small pile of my belongings in arm.
The man in blue finally took some level of pity on me (I'm fairly easy to pity), and offered to remove the more costly to fines, so long as I am able to muster up the $650 it's going to cost just to get the car out of impound.
Which now leaves with with two separate court dates, a 90 minute commute time to work, and approximately $1300 in various fines and fees. And of course, looking forward to a future of overtime at work, fallen arches, and saving every damn penny for the foreseeable future.
Good Fuck.
....on a brighter note; my birthday was a lovely affair, full of pleasant conversations, explorations of the city, and of course - booze. Jim, Gabby, and I spent four days discovering the beauty of the Oaks Amusement Park, tasting the fine cuisine of the Doug Fir Lounge, and getting lost in Powell's Books. A SPecial thanks to Spencer and Amanda for helping me toast the town for my birthday (sadly, we never did find the Velvetria...). All in all, it was just nice seeing my family (now if I could only get Big Brother Mike and/or my mom up here...!).
Here are some pics:
(Obligatory photobooth shot, from the Awesome Ground Control Bar)
(Desert at the Doug Fir Lounge.)
(Exploring the Oaks Amusement park.)
(Tiny Cars @ Oaks Park)
("Showin' A Fool What's What", or, "Tomfoolery")
After a series of Frustrating Events, which is such a long-winded and ridiculous tale that any sane person would be reluctant to believe it wholeheartedly, I was set to finally get my car issues settled by the end of the week. After months of driving in fear of The Man, one ticket under my belt (from a kind and understanding police officer) and various unsuccessful attempts to acquire a replacement title for my car, the light at the end of the tunnel was finally starting to show.
Until this morning.
Waking up a bit early, I decided to be productive ,and run a few errands before work. And after dropping off my Netflix at the post office (how ironic...since I work for Netflix, and the post office is closed today, making said action completely useless in the first place, but anyways...), I was already to continue my daily commute, singing along to the Monkees' "Daydream Believer".
But Fate, it seemed, took umbrage with my happy tune, and placed the absolute slowest driver in the world (10 MPH in a 35 MPH zone) in front of me, and a bored cop behind me, who pulled me over three blocks later. The offiicer was quick to scoff at my plight, and the numerous articles of evidence proving I was hard at work at fixing any of my legality issues. And a very long fifteen minutes later, I was footing it back to my apartment, a small pile of my belongings in arm.
The man in blue finally took some level of pity on me (I'm fairly easy to pity), and offered to remove the more costly to fines, so long as I am able to muster up the $650 it's going to cost just to get the car out of impound.
Which now leaves with with two separate court dates, a 90 minute commute time to work, and approximately $1300 in various fines and fees. And of course, looking forward to a future of overtime at work, fallen arches, and saving every damn penny for the foreseeable future.
Good Fuck.
....on a brighter note; my birthday was a lovely affair, full of pleasant conversations, explorations of the city, and of course - booze. Jim, Gabby, and I spent four days discovering the beauty of the Oaks Amusement Park, tasting the fine cuisine of the Doug Fir Lounge, and getting lost in Powell's Books. A SPecial thanks to Spencer and Amanda for helping me toast the town for my birthday (sadly, we never did find the Velvetria...). All in all, it was just nice seeing my family (now if I could only get Big Brother Mike and/or my mom up here...!).
Here are some pics:
(Obligatory photobooth shot, from the Awesome Ground Control Bar)
(Desert at the Doug Fir Lounge.)
(Exploring the Oaks Amusement park.)
(Tiny Cars @ Oaks Park)
("Showin' A Fool What's What", or, "Tomfoolery")
sorry about your car, so irritating. i'm assuming that at this point you have gotten it taken care of!