I Miss My $173

My car got towed yesterday. I've never owned a car before and thus never knew that sinking feeling of "wait...my car was right. here" and then staring at a gaping hole between two Audis where my little Toyota was sitting just 50 minutes before. It would have been less awful if another car had parked there, at least then my missing car wouldn't be so obvious to passersby.

Apparently I had parked in front of a driveway, which is like. the dumbest thing ever. But it was dark, I was ravenous, and this particular driveway's entrance was marked by quite possibly the smallest sidewalk dip in the world. It was barely a dip. It was a gentle slope.

Regardless, I was towed. I handed my roasted half chicken leftovers to my boyfriend as I call the police to find out where my car was taken. I call the tow company and as they're telling me my 1 mile tow and 20 minutes in the lot will cost me $173, I see my boyfriend giving my leftovers to a homeless man. It was just a perfect ending. No car, no $173 and no roasted rosemary chicken.

--Kate