Each morning I look out my window to see my car in the parking lot. Force of habit since I moved downtown. This morning — no car. I moved to the bathroom window — no car. I moved to the living room window — no car.

What. The. Fuck.

My first thought was, oh my God, was my car repossessed? Then I thought, no, dumbfuck, you just paid the bill! Then it hit me … the motherfucking tow truck company!

So I called … and yep they have my car. All the woman could tell me was that it was brought in by “patrol.” I have a fucking hangtag on my rearview mirror! The only time that has left my car was when it was in Miss Soda’s car when I drove us to Detroit. OMG.

Now I have to call a cab, because although the tow lot is only a mile down the street, it’s POURING RAIN. Then I have to pay $150 to get my car back. And then I have to raise holy hell with my apartment management company. I am so taking a picture of my parking tag as soon as I get my car back.

But you can tell I’m now a city girl … I called the tow company before I called 911! LOL