WTF? Were they ridiculously short of parking or something? I would recommend that you exact revenge upon them in some way, but they know which car is yours now...in the end, I would just find a way to work the phrase "fuck you, fuckball" into a conversation with the towing company tomorrow.
I say you get a dozen cat heads and put them on little pikes outside the building. Then after that every day you take a cute little stuffed animal and dismember it in a horrible way, leaving that on the doorstep with a note attached saying "I'm coming." Do this for a week. Then you move up and do the same w/bums for a week. Then on the last note on the last bum, write "I'm here, bitches!!!" and see if they crap themselves. Then you go back after they're done crapping themselves and ask them an irrelevant but polite question (for example "Excuse me, but how many cups of detergent does your company use in a load of bedsheets?"). An then chuckle maniacally as you walk out the door, basking in your glorious victory.
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