I am incredibly awesome at single person finances. It's my money and I need it now... wait, I mean I earn it and my needs are all it is good for. Yeah. At some point in the future I will have to ask my Husband-face if it's okay to spend money on all things Banana Republic, Gap, and Target. HOWEVER, there is noo husband-face so my money remains green and spendable. THAT being said, I put away money this month and last month into my savings. This is because bad things can happen to good people. This good people had a bad thing happen to her.
Apparently I live in the most classy of apartment places. So classy in fact that Hillsdale College security has a better system for keeping track of registered vehicles on campus. I forgot to put my hang tag in my window when I parked one evening. My fault? Yes. The events unfolding from this simple act of forgetfulness are truly shocking and stupid (not including the first stupid thing I did.)
Good morning! Shower. Dress for work. Shoes. Keys. Lock door. Smile at mountains... Wait. I can see right through my car... Where's my car? Jeep? Awesome. CUSS CUSS CUSS. Small tear. CUSS. Thank you apartment complex for towing my Jeep. There are always 9 open spaces by our building but sure tow my car which is there every night with the licence plate that is registered with the apartment complex. By all means steal my car. I don't have anything important to do besides educate children of a similar socioeconomic situation as the person who most likely towed my car but whatever. No big deal. It's just a full day of educating and enriching the lives of youngsters.
HILLSDALE-FREAKING-COLLEGE has managed to figure out that cars registered with security receive tickets and all other vehicles get towed... I can't even continue on this path because I'm going to end up slapping the next 8 people I see in the face.
Anyway, my friend left work to come get me and I went the whole day super excited to find out where the heck they took my car and how much it was going to cost to get it back. Hooray!
Well guess what? They towed my car to a crap-tastic place in the middle of no where on the south side and they wanted $200 CASH. That screams legal, trustworthy, and courteous. Here's where that money I put away comes in handy...except my wallet was in the car when they stole it... I mean towed it from the premises. Joy. Once again my friend comes to the rescue and we acquire some funds.
Hello kind people of the towing place, may I have my car back?
NO.
My name is on literally NOTHING that has to do with this car. Not the registration. Not the insurance. Nothing. Awesome. Do I panic? No. Oh wait, I cried a little. Then I didn't panic. When all else fails you call mom and she calls Tom and they call him...and this almost doesn't help. Tom tells them the Jeep is a 1996 (actually it's a 2002) and he has no idea what the licence plate number is. (Tom: "Where are they keeping her car? Moscow?) WINNING. They give up and just let me have the car. This is all after the lady explains that it would be impossible for the apartment complex to keep a record of all the plates affiliated with the residents. Oh. I'm sorry. You're right. Hillsdale College can but not your professional organization. I'm friends with most of the security guys at Hillsdale from the past 4 years and I am now confident in saying that they are smarter than the people I write a massive check to every month. You know who you are. Pat yourselves on the back.
Bye-bye giant chunk of emergency fund. I will miss you.
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