The Problem With Towing Companies

I'm in Virginia. Nothing new there, you knew that already. I like it here too, but again, you knew that. It's better than Pittsburgh, but then again, anywhere is better than Pittsburgh.

I haven't figured out where everything is yet, but no problem. That's why they invented this.

As far as jobs go, well, since I'm writing this right now, I don't have one, now do I? But there appears to be some light on the horizon. Either that or it's someone coming to get me. Hope they realize I'm a feisty bugger who kicks. Alot.

Towing companies. They suck. Why do they suck? Because they tow your car from right under your nose, that's why. Ginger did not get towed (thank God, because if they tried she'd probably fall apart into two pieces. I love my car. Seriously, I do.) Jeremy's car got towed (side note: Jeremy, from here on out known as Burcher, is one of the guys I live with. Good kid, otherwise I wouldn't live with him. Go read his stuff). Keep in mind, his car got towed while both of us were in the townhouse. Then the towing company did realize they towed his car, and told him to report it stolen. Then they went, "Oh, wait, it's not stolen, come pay us money so you can have your car back." So we trekked out there to get his car back. Next time you see a tow truck, you are forever required to slash its tires. Unless it's towing your own car because you asked it too. Then wait until it's done to slash away.

Why aren't you people commenting? Seriously. Oh, wait, that's because nobody reads this.

I'm done here. That's all I got, get out of my house.

P.S. I'm in a Panera (read: chain coffee shop, but more importantly, free wireless!) right now, and do you know they have a fireplace in this sucker? And it's lit? It's May, why do you need a lit fireplace in your place of business? Why do you even need a fireplace? Alright, now I'm done, get out of my house.