And then:
That even looks like my poor little CRV in that frame from A-1 Towing and Recovery's Website. Yep, we walked back to the parking garage and my car was gone. Em's was still there with a warning flier on it. Sure we were parked it spots indicated "Office Visitor" when we were actually retail visitors, but still, cut us some slack!This was not quite the crazy experience that my first tow was years ago, when Frances Burton and I had to go pick up my prelude "behind the yellow building" in Southeast DC, pay $200 to retrieve it b/c it was a Sunday, find it unable to start b/c the tow company had disabled something then have Russell "9 & 1/2" Norwood (yes, I still recall that unforgettable name, and it was "9 & 1/2" because he was missing half a finger you see...) give me his card and flirt with me the entire time he worked to restart my car...though it was still somewhat traumatic. We had Em's car, but were a car seat short of course, so she creeped onto 395 towards Crystal City with Leila strapped onto my lap in front. We missed the turn we were supposed to take off of Boundary Channel Drive and were spooked by all the Pentagon police we were passing, so we pulled into a parking lot off the parkway, strapped Leila into Henry's seat with him in the middle and tried to work our way back to the dive of a towing yard in an abandoned stretch of Crystal City. $100 later (which Em graciously went 50/50 on) we collected the car without further incident. Though I was working really hard to get Leila to forget that "the truck took our car away?" "remember when our car was gone...the truck took it away..." and keep this one a secret from daddy, dumb#$* me went and left the warning flier on the windshield for him to see when he got home. Oh well. The little parrot wouldn't have stayed mum forever.
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