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Last night was one of the worst nights I have ever had.
(If I wrote this well, you'll laugh your ass off.)
It started out nice enough, Tom called and said we were going out to dinner with friends Mahlia and Matt, which is always fun, so I was rather excited. The restaurant we were going to go to turn out to have an hour wait and we decided to look for a new place. We tried a sushi place on PCH that we like but they were closing, so Matt's sister Jenny who is also with us, suggests Taco Loco. "It's just down the street, it's half nice, half not." She mentions it's by Gina's Pizza. Now I know where Gina's is, and it's not just down the street, it's in freaking Laguna Beach, but we go anyway. So we get there and we follow Jenny (who is driving in her car) in the Ralph's parking lot to park (Tom is driving my car). When we finally get to Taco Loco it turns out to be a taco stand! There's not even any indoor seating and they use plastic forks, mind you, we're all dressed up for a nice dinner. Everyone else's food looked good, but I ordered shrimp tacos, and true to the name, they literally were a tortilla and 6 little shrimp in them, nothing else. We walk back to our cars and Mahlia has to pee so we run in to Ralph's and Jenny heads on home. We're walking out of Ralph's laughing and joking and I look up at where my car is supposed to be, and I'm thinking 'I know Tom parked the car, but I'm 99% sure it was there and there or no cars at all over there.' We take a look around the parking lot and my car is gone, vanished, it was there when we went in before and gone now. Ralph's towed it while we were inside buying things.
Jump ahead to the towing company parking lot.
After calling the number and receiving directions to a place which we have no way of getting to, we grab a cab and head up the road. When we arrive, the place is deserted, lights off and everything, but a guy comes out from the gate to talk to us quickly enough. He asks if I'm the registered owner and I say that I'm on the registration and that Tom is going to pay with credit. "You can't do that, it has to be cash if he's going to pay, only the registered owner can pay with credit." Tom asks why "Because it says so right there." he flashes his flashlight on a random sign behind us. Tom says he understands that, but why does it say that and we receive the answer that it's California law (it's not). So the guy (hereafter called Flashlight Man) leaves while we figure out what we're going to do. We have no ride and we're in the middle of nowhere, so I decide to put it on my credit card and we'll transfer the money in in the morning. After about an hour of waiting for someone to come back, and multiple cars going in, someone final goes into the office. I walk up to the window and he tells me "One second", he proceeds to make a few phone calls (personal from the sound of it) then gets up and leaves with me still standing there. Another half hour, forty-five minuets pass and he comes back. This time with many blatant stares from me he finally opens the window and asks which car is mine. "the blue focus", he turns out to be a nice enough guy and takes me back to my car to get the registration. After all this, when I get the registration card in my hand, my heart sinks as I realize I'm not listed as one of the registered owners, it was the insurance card I was thinking of that has my name on it. It doesn't matter that I'm on the insurance and so is my dad, that I have my military id stating the relationship, and that we have the same last name, only cash will get my car out of that lot. There were some guys who had been waiting with us the entire time and we had become chummy with, one had a car as he had driven his friend to the lot, and was kind enough to take Tom down to an ATM. While Tom is gone getting the cash they all leave again and it's another half hour before they come back. Mahlia even chased down Flashlight Man in one of the trucks to tell him we had the cash. After four hours of standing in the cold (I had a silk dress on and couldn't sit down), holding our pee and regretting the greasy meal at Taco Loco we finally get my car back, and let me say, no seat has ever been so comfortable as those ugly grey leather seats.
(If I wrote this well, you'll laugh your ass off.)
It started out nice enough, Tom called and said we were going out to dinner with friends Mahlia and Matt, which is always fun, so I was rather excited. The restaurant we were going to go to turn out to have an hour wait and we decided to look for a new place. We tried a sushi place on PCH that we like but they were closing, so Matt's sister Jenny who is also with us, suggests Taco Loco. "It's just down the street, it's half nice, half not." She mentions it's by Gina's Pizza. Now I know where Gina's is, and it's not just down the street, it's in freaking Laguna Beach, but we go anyway. So we get there and we follow Jenny (who is driving in her car) in the Ralph's parking lot to park (Tom is driving my car). When we finally get to Taco Loco it turns out to be a taco stand! There's not even any indoor seating and they use plastic forks, mind you, we're all dressed up for a nice dinner. Everyone else's food looked good, but I ordered shrimp tacos, and true to the name, they literally were a tortilla and 6 little shrimp in them, nothing else. We walk back to our cars and Mahlia has to pee so we run in to Ralph's and Jenny heads on home. We're walking out of Ralph's laughing and joking and I look up at where my car is supposed to be, and I'm thinking 'I know Tom parked the car, but I'm 99% sure it was there and there or no cars at all over there.' We take a look around the parking lot and my car is gone, vanished, it was there when we went in before and gone now. Ralph's towed it while we were inside buying things.
Jump ahead to the towing company parking lot.
After calling the number and receiving directions to a place which we have no way of getting to, we grab a cab and head up the road. When we arrive, the place is deserted, lights off and everything, but a guy comes out from the gate to talk to us quickly enough. He asks if I'm the registered owner and I say that I'm on the registration and that Tom is going to pay with credit. "You can't do that, it has to be cash if he's going to pay, only the registered owner can pay with credit." Tom asks why "Because it says so right there." he flashes his flashlight on a random sign behind us. Tom says he understands that, but why does it say that and we receive the answer that it's California law (it's not). So the guy (hereafter called Flashlight Man) leaves while we figure out what we're going to do. We have no ride and we're in the middle of nowhere, so I decide to put it on my credit card and we'll transfer the money in in the morning. After about an hour of waiting for someone to come back, and multiple cars going in, someone final goes into the office. I walk up to the window and he tells me "One second", he proceeds to make a few phone calls (personal from the sound of it) then gets up and leaves with me still standing there. Another half hour, forty-five minuets pass and he comes back. This time with many blatant stares from me he finally opens the window and asks which car is mine. "the blue focus", he turns out to be a nice enough guy and takes me back to my car to get the registration. After all this, when I get the registration card in my hand, my heart sinks as I realize I'm not listed as one of the registered owners, it was the insurance card I was thinking of that has my name on it. It doesn't matter that I'm on the insurance and so is my dad, that I have my military id stating the relationship, and that we have the same last name, only cash will get my car out of that lot. There were some guys who had been waiting with us the entire time and we had become chummy with, one had a car as he had driven his friend to the lot, and was kind enough to take Tom down to an ATM. While Tom is gone getting the cash they all leave again and it's another half hour before they come back. Mahlia even chased down Flashlight Man in one of the trucks to tell him we had the cash. After four hours of standing in the cold (I had a silk dress on and couldn't sit down), holding our pee and regretting the greasy meal at Taco Loco we finally get my car back, and let me say, no seat has ever been so comfortable as those ugly grey leather seats.