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August 31, 2003
Grand Theft Auto?
Last week, I parked my car on the street a few blocks from my apartment. Friday morning, we were planning to drive across town for interviews, then go to school to buy our books. My roommate's first interview was at 9:40. Around 9, we went to where we thought the car was. But the car wasn't there. I assumed it had been towed. We didn't have time to take the metro, so we hopped in a cab and went to the interviews. I called the Towing Enforcement Department, but they had no record of my car. Crap.
I filed a police report, called my parents, and called my insurance. I couldn't get reimbursed for my CDs or radar detector, but other than that insurance would take care of everything. I had to cancel one interview because I was waiting to hear back from the police.
The police said they would search two blocks in every direction from where the car was parked. They did. No luck.
Fast forward to today. Walking back from the grocery store, I saw what looked like my car, half a block from where I thought it was and where I told the police it was. Between being in a rush, assuming that the car had been towed, and thinknig we were in the right place to begin with, we only looked in one direction from where we thought it was on Friday morning.
Sure enough, no tow, no theft. Just absent-minded me. I'm embarrassed, and feel stupid, but I have my car. I think that's better than the alternative. I also wonder about the police who canvased the area for two blocks in each direction, but missed my car half a block a way. Since I made a dumb mistake, I guess I can let them off the hook.
Posted by buddha at August 31, 2003 02:55 PM
Comments
It is great you can look on the bright side of an unfortunate situation! It is really tough to think calmly and collectively when you're going through the interview crush.
Posted by: Aaron M. Clemens at September 1, 2003 09:19 AM
I told you I would bring it back. I couldn't find a space near where you left it, so I had to bang a bad larry and park down the block a ways. My bad. It'll never happen again.
Posted by: shoop at September 1, 2003 10:23 AM
thanks shoop. glad to have it back. next time you want to borrow it, just call.
Posted by: buddha at September 2, 2003 01:58 AM
uh, shoop, what does it mean to "bang a bad larry?"
Posted by: Anonymous at September 2, 2003 10:28 AM
"Bang a bad Larry" means to do a quick and likely illegal u-turn to the left. I picked it up from a girl in Boston. It may be very colloquial/bostonian. To do a u-turn to the right involved "A Rosco" or "Rosconian." I can't recall exactly.
Though, it seems that "Rosco" is slang of a different nature.
See Also: Flip a bitch
Posted by: shoop at September 2, 2003 12:01 PM
hey, look on the bright side -- at least you didn't think you lost your penis...
Posted by: mr. p at September 4, 2003 05:46 PM
good point. thankfully, that is securely attached and can't wander off to get in trouble on its own.
Posted by: buddha at September 4, 2003 07:16 PM
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover,
and my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home when I think it's going to get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party,
get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
rememberwhat I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment
and I couldn't find it,
so I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
coz for some reason,
I leave it there sometimes,
but not this time.
So I told them if it pops up
to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man
and I really hate to have to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast.
Then as I walked down Second Avenue toward St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted 22 bucks,
but I talked him down to 17.
I took it home,
washed it off,
and put it back on.
I was happy again.
Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
Posted by: john s hall at September 6, 2003 01:36 AM
i opened the door, so someone had to walk through.
Posted by: buddha at September 6, 2003 07:48 PM
Greetings Buddha,
You are fortunate nothing happened to the car. Me on the other hand, I have lost one car to theft. It was recovered a few days later in a totally damaged and undriveable condition.
And another car was towed from the parking lot of my apartment complex since it was missing the year sticker on the registration plate by mistake. The DMV confirmed it was their mistake. However, the apartment complex in conjunction with the towing company were not following all laws either. This towing was done without signs posted on this private property (which is a county law requirement) and hence without the due process of the law.
Check out my blog which is dedicated to only two issues: auto theft and predatory towing:
http://towingandautotheft.blogspot.com
Posted by: Stanley Jenson at May 19, 2005 03:51 AM