This SERIOUSLY happened.
So I'm home from work, lounging and watching Swimfan on DVD, because that is among the horrible movies I Netflix because no one can be judgemental like in a video store, and Becky comes home and tells me someone seems to be fiddling with my car, which is parked on the side of the street right in front of my apartment. Did I lock my keys inside?
I come downstairs with Becky, and indeed, a large man is in the passenger side of my car, which I had definitely locked. I said, "Um, excuse me? What are you doing?" He responded, "I am supposed to tow this car." To which I responded, starting to freak, "Why???"
He explained that he was repo-ing the car and showed me the slip he was working off of: the information he had was just that he was supposed to tow a Ford Taurus on my street. There was an address a few buildings down. There was a name, too: "Do you know this person?" "No! This is my car!"
What he was doing was looking at my PIN number, which was obscured by a parking pass from Universal. He explained that he only had the PIN, and he couldn't contact his boss, because his office was closed. He said he would not have taken the car if the PIN had not matched.
I don't think he was actually trying to steal the car. It was the middle of the day, and he had a big tow truck, and besides, if you're gonna pick a car to steal, it's not going to be my dirty white Taurus.
But how is it that he didn't have any information? Not the color of the car or the license plate number? It's breaking and entering to go into a car like that with a slim jim!
So yeah, in the end, I was in so much shock I didn't know what to do. Becky wrote down the towing company info, and I plan to call tomorrow. I could have called the police, but really, nothing happened to the car, and it probably wasn't worth my time to have them come down and file a report.
So what did the guy have to say? "Oh, sorry. Happy cinco de mayo."