My building has a parking strip that is reserved for tenants and the businesses in the building. It’s only a handful of spots, maybe ten or so. At night on the weekends, club goers sometimes see an empty spot and decide to park. Maybe they get lucky and the spot’s owner is out of town. But other times, a tow truck has to be called to remove the vehicle.
While it’s nice to see vehicles removed, I’ve never had the chance to actually see the look on someone’s face when they realize their car has been towed.
Today, I got that chance. And it was awesome. After a night of partying, it’s got to suck big time to come out of the club to find your car gone. But, fuck ’em if they can’t read the signs.