I don't know what to think.
Aug. 22nd, 2002 12:03 amMisha and I are home safely from our vacation.
My car isn't in the parking lot.
There's no message from our landlords indicating that they had it towed - not that there was any reason for them to have done so. It was displaying a residents' hang tag. And surely if it were towed, we'd have gotten a letter or phone call or something. This is the address at which the car is registered.
The police are on their way over. I don't know what to think, at this point. Even though I'm sure I know exactly where I left the car - I remember that there were spots close to the door, and I chose one lower down the row as a courtesy to my neighbors, because I wasn't going to be driving it for a week - it still seems inconceivable that the car could have been stolen. Who would steal a twelve-year-old station wagon with a cracked windshield and patches of rust on the body? It just doesn't make sense.
So I'm not panicked. I just feel numb. This is bizarre.
Update: The officer was able to locate my car... at a tow lot. Our complex apparently had it towed on Monday, and didn't bother notifying us. Argh, it's probably going to cost a fortune to get it out of tow. Misha says we'll make the landlords pay, but they really have the advantage on us here - we'll have to pay the towing company or they won't give us the car, and then all they have to do is refuse to reimburse us.
I can't imagine why they towed it. Argh. Argh. Argh.
Thanks for your sympathy, everyone.
My car isn't in the parking lot.
There's no message from our landlords indicating that they had it towed - not that there was any reason for them to have done so. It was displaying a residents' hang tag. And surely if it were towed, we'd have gotten a letter or phone call or something. This is the address at which the car is registered.
The police are on their way over. I don't know what to think, at this point. Even though I'm sure I know exactly where I left the car - I remember that there were spots close to the door, and I chose one lower down the row as a courtesy to my neighbors, because I wasn't going to be driving it for a week - it still seems inconceivable that the car could have been stolen. Who would steal a twelve-year-old station wagon with a cracked windshield and patches of rust on the body? It just doesn't make sense.
So I'm not panicked. I just feel numb. This is bizarre.
Update: The officer was able to locate my car... at a tow lot. Our complex apparently had it towed on Monday, and didn't bother notifying us. Argh, it's probably going to cost a fortune to get it out of tow. Misha says we'll make the landlords pay, but they really have the advantage on us here - we'll have to pay the towing company or they won't give us the car, and then all they have to do is refuse to reimburse us.
I can't imagine why they towed it. Argh. Argh. Argh.
Thanks for your sympathy, everyone.
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Date: 2002-08-22 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-22 10:33 am (UTC)The good news, I guess, is that it only cost us $148 to recover the car. I had read enough about tow yards charging enormous daily "storage" fees that I expected a much higher amount. But this tow yard owner actually apologized to us ("They're tough about parking, there - some of the residents can be real parking Nazis. I want you to know that we would never have towed it, except that they called us, and they do have a contract with us. Here, let me scrape that sticker off the windshield for you. Sorry about that.") and the fee, while unpleasant, wasn't ghastly. It could've been a lot worse.
We'll see what can be done, with the complex management, I guess.