getting my car towed.
by the very un-agreeable mr Ryan the towman.
i'm a good girl I am....so of course i wasn't breaking the law. the whole thing was a huge misunderstanding that unfortunately hasn't turned in my favor....yet.
but even after my crying, pleading, and every classic trick in the book, he wouldn't budge. I made quite the scene though. Every car that drove by slowed down enough to get a look at my pathetic face. But a sweet old lady drove by and actually chewed him out for making me cry.
if i knew your name and your address i'd send you a very sincere thank you card.
oh I almost forgot: Ryan was oh-so-kind and instead of taking my car to the tow shop he charged me only SEVENTY DOLLARS to drop it right then and there.
What a saint
This is not the end.
And my statement remains the same: yes you are just "doing your job" but I think it's a pretty crummy job