The other night I was driving down the street when I saw a car parked next to a red curb and blocking a fire hydrant.
I decided to write a parking ticket and called a tow truck. After the car was hooked up I went a park around the corner and typed up the report.
Less than ten minutes later I was done with the impound report and hit the send button on my computer. As soon as my finger touched the screen the dispatcher broadcasted a disturbance call at the tow yard involving the same car.
It turned out a car load of guys followed the tow truck after it left the neighborhood. At one point, the car got in front of the tow truck as they tried to flag it down. Now they were there causing a problem with the driver.
I drove to the tow yard and saw two officers dealing with the car’s owner and four of his friends. I walked over to the group and asked who the owner was. A drunk guy stepped forward.
“Why did you park in front of the fire hydrant?” I asked.
“There was nowhere to park. I went inside to eat tacos.”
“How long were you there?”
“Maybe twenty to twenty-five minutes,” he said.
“Well, you can’t park in front of a fire hydrant. That’s why it was towed.”
With a bit of drunk attitude he replied, “Next time I’ll just park in the street with my flashers on.”
I wondered if he was always that dumb or if it was just tonight.
“If you do, I’ll just tow it again,” I replied.
That got a chuckle from one of the cops and it was also a conversation stopper for sure.
This was clearly someone who didn’t get it, but there was one thing for sure. Those were those most expensive tacos he ever ate.