Any luck, Warb?
I have a lost car story. A couple of months ago a friend of mine got dumped (amusingly, he dumped her first and walked away with his head held high, then days later she began trying to convince him to come back to her, after debating and bellyaching about it for a while, he did. A few weeks later she dumps him and he becomes a blubbing, whiny mess of a man). So, my newly dumped friend decides he needs to go out and pick up a girl. Fine. I go out with him one night, he talks to a cute girl who doesn't give him much more than the time of day, but invites him to some party the next night. I found myself somehow not only obligated to go with him to that party the next night ("I was just getting warmed up that night, come on, I'm a little shy, I can't go to that party alone"), but also to drive, since he drove the first night.
We get to the downtown location of this party, and there is no street parking, free parking, or even metered parking anywhere. There is a fast food parking lot with just a few cars in it, no tow away sign anywhere to be seen. My friend tells me he parks in that exact parking lot all the time and has never had any trouble.
We get to the party at 11pm, I have to work in the morning. The agreement before hand was that we wouldn't be out too late. The girl who invited him is not even there. He is constantly trying to get me to go with him to talk to girls. What?! I work alone. I don't know how to do the wingman thing! If I were a girl I think the idea of two guys approaching me would be really weird and obvious.
1am rolls around, it is time to go. "Hang on, I still need to get the balls to talk to someone.", "Just one more drink, then I am going to talk to that girl." Fine. Talks. Rejected. "Well now I feel worse. Hold on, that girl over there is kind of cute and I think she keeps looking at me." 2am Man, we need to go. I still have to work in the morning. "Dude, we have got to go talk to those two blondes over there! Come on, come with me!" No. We have to go. "Fine, I'll go talk to them!" Dumbass. 2:45am, "Dammit. They both have boyfriends." Good! Let's go! Maybe I can still get some sleep before work tomorrow!
At 2:50am we make it back to the parking lot and my car is gone. It is a huge parking lot, and apparently way over on the other side of it, obscured by some trees, is a sign that says "All non-customers will be towed at owner's expense". Great. My friend calls another friend to come get us, who was fortunately still awake. Around 3:40 I am reunited with my car and divorced from $95 dollars, which had to be in cash, requiring a foreign ATM visit and a $3.50 transaction fee. $98.50. Blah. My friend had to catch up with his buddy who was kind enough to get out at 3am to pick our asses up, couldn't be rude and ask for his help and ditch immediately. Finally get back to my place and get to bed at 4:30am. Enough time to get just a couple of short hours of sleep before work.
That sucked.