Decide to spend Christmas in Florida with my dad, sister, Chihuahua, Regal Beagle and Demon Albino Cat.
Park in one of the few spaces left at the top of the long-term parking garage at Bradley International Airport in Hartford, CT.
Return Monday night to discover that the e-break is stuck on. Freak out because I have negative $300 in my checking account.
Boyfriend books me a room at the Quality Inn where I scrape up enough money for five vodka drinks. Bartender makes me a turkey sandwich to go. Sketchy guy next to me offers to have his friend fix my car at his house. Non-sketchy guy changes the subject to inquiring about property taxes on floating houses and the purpose of Google’s barge in San Francisco. Take turkey sandwich to room and discover the chips are stale. Opt-out of consuming turkey sandwich and settle for noshing on the pickle before passing out.
Return to airport parking garage. Call Geico roadside assistance who says they will cover the tow. Rejoice and sit with airport security. Wait excitedly for them to call me back after scheduling said tow.
Answer call from Wanda at Geico. Wanda has bad news. There are no tow companies in or near Hartford with trucks small enough to fit in the garage, which on the third level only has a ceiling height of 6’8″. Wait, there is one company. It’s called Chuck’s Auto Body, but Chuck won’t work with Geico so I’d have to pay out of pocket.
Call the parking garage office and ask the lady what they usually do when this happens. She says it never has before and grills me about why did I have to park on the third level. I call Chuck.
Chuck says actually his truck won’t fit, and that the car has to be dragged/scooted out with the wheels locked up. Chuck says he can do this, but it has to be done, so I might as well do it myself. Chuck wishes me luck and says to call back if I get it out.
Vroom vroom: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0rMVEEDB_4