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When I got my car stolen it was incomprehensible to me. I had a 93 Taurus that I'd crashed into a fence about a month into owning it, me and my dad fixed the fucker but had to replace the hood with one from a different colored Taurus, so the beast was now a combination of puke green and shit brown, ugliest goddamn thing you'd ever seen but it ran.
Anyways some yahoo stole the fucker, I had started leaving my keys in the ignition, figuring it's two tones rendered it theft proof, but I was wrong I guess.
Anyways they found it like three days later in a ditch and the impound lot charged me almost 200 bucks to get it out, which was without a doubt the most infuriating aspect. I straight up asked the guy "so what now you're gonna rob me too?" Fucking towing companies are such facists
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Seek not the favor of the multitude; it is seldom got by honest and lawful means. But seek the testimony of few; and number not voices, but weigh them.
-Immanuel Kant
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