So it starts off on Saturday night/Sunday morning on the way home from Carrollton Station when my car slipped on something, fishtailed, slammed itself on the right side of the on-ramp, then the left. And no, I wasn’t speeding, nor was I drunk (I passed the “follow the pen with your eyes and only your eyes” test!), and I wasn’t texting, or playing with the ipod, or anything else. So who knows why the face. Long story short, I got it towed back to the collision center 2 blocks from home and dealt with it on Monday. The cops couldn’t give me a ticket for speeding, nor for being drunk, but they HAD to give me one for something (??), so it was “Reasonable Vigilance.” Yeah, buddy, here’s a ticket for being Reasonably Vigilant. Nah, I guess it means I should’ve been more reasonably vigilant. 😛 Anyway, I’m physically fine, thank God. I’m sad about my car though. The guy at the shop told me on Monday that once it gets past 75% of the car’s value to fix it, that they total it. I didn’t get my hopes up about it being fixed, really, b/c I didn’t want to be disappointed. I got the call on Wednesday from State Farm. As soon as I saw the caller i.d., I knew what they were going to say. What I didn’t expect was that they were gonna give me a total of $11,2xx for the NADA value of the car plus TTL, minus my $250 deductible, minus the $350 final payment (!!), for a total of $10,646.xx. So now I’m looking for a car that that can completely pay for. I’ve narrowed it down to a few, but haven’t decided yet. I have the rental car til Wednesday, so I’m hoping to make this work out where I don’t have any payments to make, and even have some money left over.
So then I get sickish on Wednesday night. Throat and nose and chills and all that. I sleep with Nyquil and feel betterish on Thursday, but rest most of the day, and sleep for about 2 hours in the middle of the day. Thursday night I head out to see beatinpath play at Chickie Wah Wah. I go to leave, even before they’re done cuz I’m tired and not wanting to relapse, and…..my car is gone. So first I panic and think it was stolen. Great. It’s a rental. Then I see tiny “24 hour towing” signs on the dark wall on the other side of the parking lot of the CLOSED chiropractic clinic that I was parked in. And yes, I realize that’s a dangling something-or-other and that I wasn’t actually parked in the clinic but in the parking lot, but I’m leaving it like that. Anywho, I call and sure enough it was towed. So was someone else who was at the show. Because, apparently, neither of us saw those signs. Still pissed, but glad it’s not stolen, I wait for my parents (who I told not to come pick me up but did anyway, THANKS!), end up talking to the guy again, and he says since I was nice, and not rude like the other people who were towed, who i didn’t know but met b/c they were out there screaming and cursing, that he would give me a tip, that it’s better to get it in the morning than overnight. But I ain’t one to gossip, so you ain’t heard it from me.
I go pick up the car this morning, and there’s a note on the counter that says so-and-so productions is filming in the area for “Untitled New Orleans Project” and that by entering the premises you are consenting to being filmed, blah blah. So as I’m paying, this guy with a video camera comes up and starts asking me questions. Where were you parked, what was going on, blah blah. Greeeeaaaaaaat.
The guy working at the towing company tells me that the owner (of chickie) “won’t pay the owner of the chiropractic clinic to use the lot,” and “is usually out there telling people not to park there.” I said of course, this is the first time I’ve been there where he wasn’t there until later. I also said that they need more signs in that lot b/c you can’t see the ones on the dark wall, and there are none at all on the side that I parked on. He didn’t comment on that. Of course he didn’t. Because if you can easily see the signs, that cuts down on their business. But I digress. I mean, I understand that parking can be premium down there. And I understand that maybe the “contract” that you enter with these towing companies don’t have options like “only b/t the hours of.” Well, actually, I have trouble believing that, but I’m sure it’s a possibility. But seriously, Hardy Chiropractic, at 2912 Canal Street, which I will never ever patronize, even if I did feel comfortable going to chiropractors, why do you have to be such Cod Shoe Nuzzles? (Feed the singular into an anagram creator and figure out which one I meant. Here’s a hint. It’s the second one. :P)
But at least it’s Friday!
