take me back to the 'burbs!

So, if you're ever thinking about bringing a car to a big city...don't.

In preparation for my husband moving to the city, I brought my car out last week. I got it registered in Massachusetts and got a parking sticker for my neighborhood. A few hours later- parking ticket. Fortunately that one got dismissed since it was for expired inspection, which I had 7 days to get.

A few days later he took my car out to see a movie while I was studying. The next morning we went down to city hall to try and get a parking permit for his car, only to find out he has to register his car in Mass as well (quite frustrating since he registered in NY a month ago!)

After accomplishing nothing at city hall, we went to get my car.  Not there.  He had parked it on the inner side of a square where many other cars were parked with resident stickers, but I guess those cars knew when to move.  Tow #1, ticket #2 for the week.

2 days later I decided to walk past my car after class to make sure it was still there and all in one piece.  Not there.  I forgot about weekly street cleaning.  Tow #2, ticket #3 for the week.

I'm building a collection

When I got my car back from the second tow lot (which turned out to be a $30 cab ride away from the lot I thought it was in) there were no spots on my side of the street, so I parked on the other side of the street.  The next morning I was taking care of my tickets on the city website and noticed they had a towing alert service.  I knew I wouldn't get towed anymore, but figured why not sign up.  I got an e-mail right away saying that my car had been towed.  This has to be a joke, I thought.  Looked out my window: no car.  Street cleaning is on a different day on that side of the street.  Tow #3 and ticket #4 for the week.

sounds about right

Seeing as I had no money left for luxurious cab rides, I took public transportation to the tow lot this time.  Both buses I took to get there were late, so getting there took about an hour, causing me to miss my afternoon class.  When I picked up my car it was totally filthy.  I don't know what they dragged it through, but it looked like Roxy after a rainy day at the dog park.  There was a car wash nearby, so I took it over.  Usually the attendants remind you to put your antenna down, but not this time.  A broken antenna was a fitting end to the week.

perfect.

Here's to reading street signs 3 times and still taking them with a grain of salt... and hoping next week is a better week!