I was attacked and had to fight off a man trying to steal my car around 3 am this morning, which, needless to say, left me a little shaken. I was terrified to be home alone, or to leave my car at all, so I parked it in the parking garage with the hazards on as I was moving items into my vehicle as well. As I rushed down with my final bags, already dreading even being back in that garage where I was screaming for help the night before and no one came, there was a huge man starting to put straps on my car. There wasn't a single no parking sign, no tow signs, also no road lines of any color in the garage, and I was pulled as far off to the side as I could and had my hazards on. I had even thought to be thorough with a note I had put on my windshield that said "LOADING". The garage is the closest entrance to my apartment and I was barely keeping panic attacks at bay in the 30 minutes I was home. But did it matter to this man that there was no signs, lines, or tow placards anywhere? Nope! Nor did the complete mental and physical breakdown I had reliving the feeling of being violated in that parking garage as I unpacked my minivan, sobbing uncontrollably and wishing I was brave enough to kill myself. It took me awhile to get it all out, being that I was practically hyperventilating from the fear from the previous incident in the garage, way too long for Santa Claus himself. He graciously told me to "get the fuck out of the car, I don't give a shit what happened to you, it's been 40 minutes and I have shit to do!" Sorry man, you are taking the only thing I have to my name, I have no money to get it out, no family, no friends with means, etc. which you were made well aware of when I pleaded with you to allow me the thing that makes me feel safe, like I'm not trapped here waiting for another attack; You could have been a human being and unbuckled the 2 straps you had on when I ran out the door, begging you because I'll never be able to afford to get this car out of impound. Can't give my son a birthday, give my children Christmas, you name it, without a car to find work, I can't even scrape up enough to get a tree. I'm sorry that I was shaking and sobbing trying to empty my car while you watched with a smirk. You are truly doing gods work, leaving traumatized single mothers freshly assaulted in a heap on top of their stuff while you drive away to make your quota. I love how you threw in that you didn't "prowl" for my car, that you were just answering the call and were Bet that beer you were late getting to was still cold and delicious even though you were a tad late. I drank 10 beers last night trying to forget what happened to me. It didn't help and I felt it all over again thanks to you. Merry Christmas I'll be sure to tell my kids about why Santa didn't bring them Christmas this year. NO SIGNS, NO TOW WARNINGS, NO LINES ON THE CONCRETE WHERE I WAS PARKED. NOTHING TO INDICATE MY CAR WOULD BE TOWED. I HOPE YOU CAN SLEEP AT NIGHT. BECAUSE I STILL CANT. Happy new year!
EDIT: video of them back again, about to drive away and then they decide to drop the car and let them move their vehicle. Mine was barely strapped on and yet it was "impossible " for you to allow me to have my car? I'm beyond disgusted at the way my tow truck driver acted. There is always time for kindness, empathy and holiday spirit. read more