In other news. . .

[kiya]

. . . there is a special little place in hell for someone who calls about cars belonging to someone else's guests, parked on that someone else's property, before the time at which such calls may be legitimately made, and has those cars stol^H^H^H^Hillegally towed.

You would not believe how murderous I'd be right now if Shane hadn't given me a bag of Utz ripple sour cream and onion. The bright sunny spot that is glorious potato chips gives me the emotional resilience to deal with this in addition to the previously mentioned tremendous, world-spanning stupid.

Hate people.

But not Shane. Shane will be spared when I finally snap and go on a rampage. Shane gives me Utz.

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[keshwyn]

You appear to be correct.

I lose. :(

[kiya]

Oh, fucking terrific.

[keshwyn]

We don't have complete information yet, but we've confirmed nobody on the block had them towed. So until the dispatcher gets back tomorrow and jikharra can find out WHO had the towing done (a name), it would appear we either had a roving, opportunistic tow truck...or a crank.

The sign with the tow truck number has come down. We know a lot more about towing and private ways now than we did last night. But we can, in theory, take the company to small claims court for not verifying that it was somebody on the street calling for that tow.

jikharra seems to think of this as an opportunity. Me, I'm just feeling depressed about humanity. (But I'm also very hungry right now.)