Let me just say that I did not expect my morning to start off with an investigation of sorts. I was in a pretty good mood for a weekday morning. I put my bags in my car to go to work and open my garage to find none other than: a big red problem.
This lovely red car was parking me in.
Did not know this person. Simply annoyed at the breaking of the rules that I immediately realized would take a while to figure out. Saying I was pissed would be an understatement. I was livid. It was compounded by the fact I couldn’t get in touch with maintenance and no tow company would take this piece of crap car because the “office had to authorize it.” I didn’t give up. I wanted to yell at someone (and I’m not even one to have a temper or yell). I asked everyone that walked out of my building for the next hour and a half if they knew who’s car it was. Nothing. After calling the office repeatedly, I finally parked my butt near the office door and found a maintenance man who was nice enough to help me. Called the tow company and while they were working on coming out we looked up the tag information to find the culprit. Knocked on the door (the maintenance man did; I guess I wasn’t allowed) and some dude walks out and after I say some choice words, he moves said car and I was on my way.
Not my favorite way to start my day. Oh, and here’s the nice note I left for the driver. As well as a nasty shot of what was inside. Oh yeah they left this gem’s door’s open.