Very, very nerve racking day. I went to work (Best Western, I'm a maintenance guy) and then I had to go give a gas car a boost because it was too cold... silly Hondas. Anyways, I went and parked in my normal spot and went on with my day. Halfway through the day I thought to myself "The Toronto police are going to call me any moment and say they found my car." A very strange thought since my car was parked outside, or so I thought. So anyways I finish work and go out to my car to go home, only it's not there. I have the only key for my car and it was in my pocket. I thought that maybe I had parked it on the otherside of the building, or one of my co-workers dragged my car somewhere else as a gag (I never lock my doors).
So I walked around the building in the freezing cold and my car was no where to be seen. Since I work at a hotel cars are occasionally towed so I went to the front desk and asked them if they had towed any cars, no one knew anything about it. So I asked what company they normally use and they said they've never actually towed a car. So right now I'm thinking it was either towed or someone stole my rustbucket 92. Thinking that I might be on crack I went and checked my spot again, nope.
So I'm panicing and ask the front desk for a phone book. I call the first towing company and asked if they had towed a black 92 jetta.
The phone call went a little like this;
Me: Did you tow a black 92 jetta today?
The guy:...uhhh yeah, I think we did. It's at the dealership
Me: Oh, could I have it back?
Him: *** we must have towed the wrong one. Yeah sure, we'll tow it right over.
Me: No, how about you pick me up and drive me to it.
Him: Ok, we'll be right there:
Me: how soon..
*click*
So this massive freightliner diesel faltbed pulls up the the front door of the hotel (I'm smiling on the inside, diesels are cool). So yeah, apparently my black, 92 jetta looks like a green 02 jetta... right.
My car was fine and started up after some struggling (like normal). The guy that drove me over was cool and checked my car out with me and it everything was fine. Good thing too because it wasn't towed on a flatbed ( a wrecker I think it's called) and the back suspension is totally shot.
I'm kind of glad I don't lock my car, who knows if the knob would have dragged my car across town with the ebrake on.
I told my car that that's the only time it'll ever be at the dealership. I beat on it a bit on the drive home, that always makes me feel better.