I stopped by my old apartment to pick up a few things, and I just parked right in front. I figured that it wasn't worth going all the way up the parking garage to the top level where the visitor parking spots are, since I'd only be there for a few minutes. Well I came back out just in time. A tow truck pulled his quick maneuver and had my car lifted up in about 5 seconds.
I was able to stop him from driving away, and he made me pay just to lower my car back down and not tow it. I was so angry I just about cussed him out. Fortunately I was able to keep my head and pay the guy. Man those guys really make me mad! Talk about scumbags! Just in case you see him out and about, here's a picture of his tow truck license plate number:
I was able to stop him from driving away, and he made me pay just to lower my car back down and not tow it. I was so angry I just about cussed him out. Fortunately I was able to keep my head and pay the guy. Man those guys really make me mad! Talk about scumbags! Just in case you see him out and about, here's a picture of his tow truck license plate number:
I went in with some of the interns and we found our seats, then I went down to give Judi her ticket (it's nice when there are extra tickets) and it took a little bit because she got a little lost on the metro (3 wrong trains -- ugh). From the front gate, I watched on the huge screen as the Angels scored 6 runs in the top of the first inning. I missed the whole thing. By the time Judi got there and we made it to our seats, I think the score was 8-2 for the Angels.


There was also some fun with dancing (and one dip gone wrong) and relaxing in the massage chair. I definitely gotta get me one of those.

