Belle Abuse

Hey y'all


Mah beautiful Belle has been abused!


Belle is my Infiniti FX35 and she was TOWED yesterday from a parking lot where I am a monthly parker and PAY and have a FUCKING PERMIT ON MY DASH!


I'm still so pissed off that I can feel the muscles tightening around my skull as I type this some 11 hours later. Can you tell ;-)


I sauntered out of my building last night just before 7 PM looking forward to the best part of my day. I was carrying files to work on and my big beautiful 'Scarlett O Hara" derby hat(details to follow in another post). It's catching the breeze so I'm distracted walking toward my lot--the lot I've paid to park in for about 7 YEARS.


And there's no Belle.

I stand there for a second thinking the unthinkable---someone had stolen her in broad daylight----then my eyes stray to the sign. "Lot patrolled by Vulture Towing Company" Fucking hell bastards!


I KNEW this would happen when the company that owns this lot signed on with this slimey outfit. They exploit all sorts of angles to get fees and are not at all above just taking a car and letting folks sort it out later.


So I call and I must admit I was incredibly rude to the poor woman working the desk. It had been a long day and I lost my estimated tax forms and spent a chunk of the afternoon looking and then coming up with a substitute. Then I misplaced the checkbook I was writing that check out of. If I had missed the postman and was needing to drive to get the tax payment in the mail I swear my head would literally have exploded. I apologized profusely to her.

And as I set my files down once back in my building I got the papercut from hell--manila folders are the worst.

Luckily I got a ride to the tow lot and found her.

They tagged her with a number like a common criminal;-(

She's scuffed in a few places--I took pics but I need to deal with these asshats so not posting them. As I was checking out ---$114.08 on Visa so I can dispute the motherfucker---I could hear the drivers on the radio talking about places they were going to 'hit' because the 'permits were still messed up' so they could 'get all they needed'. Blood still boiling --yup.


So when I finally got to my house it was about 8:30 PM. I needed serious stress relief so with the help of some Stoli on the rocks I took the leftovers and fashioned some supper, finally eating at almost 9:30.

Today I'll take it up with the owners of the lot because all the booger eaters could tell me was that it was called in as a 'removal from private property'--at 2:30 in the fucking afternoon. And silly me -I thought that paying for my spot and displaying their stupid tag which I had to pay a deposit for was supposed to prevent that.

There are a couple of cardinal sins that just send me over the edge----one is writing me a bad check--yes people are stupid enough to write their own attorney a bad check (it's only happened a few times and only one person had to go to jail) and the other is fucking with my car.

Somebody's gonna have a bad day.

Smooches and some greasy gropes babies.