My car got towed last night.

I was over at my friend Esther’s house with my girl to just hang out around 7pm. It’s ironic because I told myself that I was never going to go back there because of my allergy issues with her dog. We were having a good time just hangin’ out; my allergies weren’t as bad as the last time I was there. By the time 8:30 came around, it was time to leave so I could drop off the lady but as we were walking to my car, my stomach began to drop.

My car was nowhere to be found. Thoughts just came rushing through my head; it was all a nightmare. What would my Dad say? How would I get to school and work? How would I be able to go see Yoona? My car couldn’t have been stolen.

I needed my car. The idea of my car getting towed wasn’t even on my mind until later; I thought it was stolen the whole time. We went back to Esther’s house and called the towing company. I honestly had very little hope in calling them because towing in that area was rare. Besides, I parked in an unmarked spot so I assumed it was for visitors.  When I got the news that my car was waiting for me at the towing lot in fairfax, I was so relieved.

I never thought that I would ever wish for my car to get towed, but in comparison to it getting stolen, it’s something I was extremely thankful for.