His teeth were crooked, yellow and stained from smoking. He had ugly earrings in both his ears that stuck out from under his beanie. I managed to stop staring at his teeth by looking down at his hands-he probably hadn’t cleaned under his nails in years. I would never want to eat a sandwich made by this guy. And this was the guy who was holding my car hostage. I towered over him in my heels and I probably LOOKED like money, with my Elie Tahari pants and white, puffy coat*. I had a list of questions to ask him and I didn’t like how it felt like I was trying to condescend. This wouldn’t help my case.
“So does somebody call you from the condo complex to tell you to come and tow a car?”
“No,” he replied and told me about how they have a deal with the HOA where they can cruise through whenever they want and tow cars away.
“And where were the no parking signs?”
“At both of the entrances.”
“How can you tow my car when the sign has been torn off of the pole and is upside down in the dirt? That’s where I found it and I have a picture of it.”
This is where he started lying to me. “The sign was up when I pulled your car out at 10 pm.”
He told me that somebody must have pulled the sign off sometime after that and before I came out to drive home. Yeah, I can see it now. Somebody was walking by at midnight and thought, hmm, I’m going to pull this sign off of this pole, even though it’s a metal sign and it’s bolted in. Then I’m going to throw it down in the dirt upside down because I don’t see a car parked against the curb over there since it’s already been towed.
“I can give you a deal,” he said. “Only $200.”
Wow, what a deal.
Has anybody taken a tow truck company to small claims court before?
*Both items were gifts and for sure, the pants were purchased on sale from TJMaxx by my mom. Maren gave me the fabulous coat.