More Random Towing Tidbits

[depechemodefan]

I got a red tag Tues.

I parked my mom's car at the hospital (which she was at). It has a handicap tag, but the top part of the windshield is dark. So sometimes the tag twists and it gets obscured.

I find the sticker and I call the number and get an answering machine. I leave a message. I don't get a call back (though at one point I had the phone off) so should I worry? Esp. since it didn't get towed?

The red sticker didn't mention "no permit" but had a list to check off, one item is aobut "low air in the tires" and one tire is a little low.

huh.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

All my red tags meant were that I was giving Ray an "all clear" to tow the vehicle. If he drove by our lot and saw a tow tag, he could just yank the vehicle without checking with anyone because I'd already approved the tow.

I mean, it was Kinko's. We made the tags ourselves.

They weren't like any sort of cop or city issued violation or anything. It was just basically an easy to spot note from me to Ray.

[protege]

Guess who can’t get her car back until she pays over $290 in delinquent tickets?

Reminds me of the nasty bitch (and I'm being nice ) I once worked with. She was constantly giving me grief because I drove an old Tercel, and not a $40,000 SUV like she did. Well, karma's a bitch that way. Anyone want to guess who managed to rack up enough tickets...that the city parking authority 'booted' her car? Yep, she got the 'orange boot of doom' on her SUV.

Of course, it couldn't be on a day that was nice and sunny. Hell no! It had to be one of the rainy, cold days. She went outside to drive home...and came back inside the office a few minutes later. She hadn't even been at work until noon, and they'd already nailed her car. Of course, by this point, she was begging for a ride. But, after all the insults thrown at my car...I wasn't having that.

Conversation went something like this: "Let me get this straight--you've spent every morning since you started working here, throwing insults at my car, calling my family "poor," etc., and now you want *me* to get your ass out of trouble? Are you effing kidding me? Bugger off, bitch"

Oh, and the end result was awesome--she didn't have a bus pass either, and her father (one of the partners--aka my boss ) not only found the event hilarious, but even he couldn't get her a ride home, or even out of it. Not only did she have to fork up well over a grand in parking fines, but she was forced to walk home in the pouring rain...well over a mile

Karma really is a bitch

[smileyeagle1021]

RK, you are reminding me of fond memories of working in parking enforcement. Over all that job was quite fun. I loved checking the fast food parking lots that said "customer parking only, half hour time limit, those who park and leave the premise will be ticketed or towed"... especially if said restaurant was close to the city parking office... oh damn it felt good to give someone a parking ticket while they were going to pay a parking ticket
I was a sneaky bastard about it too... I loved nothing more than the people who thought that because they had a passenger in the car they wouldn't get a parking ticket (sorry, the sign actually did very specifically said if the DRIVER leaves ). My favorite spot was the Burger King at 4th South and 2nd East. I would just walk in, the manager would hand me a tray with display food and a drink, and I'd sit in a booth reserved for me next to the window facing the parking lot, I'd just watch people pull in, leave the property, write out the tickets, and then run out, put them on the cars and go back inside to repeat. I could get a ticket on someone's windshield without the passenger noticing... and nothing was more fun than watching the driver come back, find the ticket, and blame the passenger

[friendofjimmyk]

*le sigh* Your stories make me miss driving a tow truck!