Yesterday Drew and I went to a career fair at DeVry University to look for an applicant pool of geniuses. I wont’ lie, it was weird. Everyone was wearing ties and nice dress shirts and had briefcases with resumes.
Of course Drew and I were in denim and cotton, and didn’t even bring business cards. We did have Candy though, and a monitor playing one of our fascinating feature films. Though we boned out early, we did meet a lot of very smart, sweet individuals—even if we did have to force chocolate down their throats.
After the fair, Drew and myself were hungry and decided to stop for food. Neither of us had been to Long Island City before, so we were hoping for some cheap grub. As we were walking out, we noticed there was a tow truck towing our
ZipCar down the block. Drew sprinted after the car, but couldn’t catch the EVIL TOW TRUCK DRIVER. Seriously? The sign was so buried in the trees that it took us ten minutes to locate it.
What do you do when your rental car gets towed? You go on a goose chase!
[The part of The Goose will be played by The Chicken]
First we had to ask around for the local EVIL TOW COMPANY phone number and figure out where the EVIL TOW TRUCK took our car.
Then, we stood literally in front of a cab company for twenty minutes while driver after driver refused to give us a ride to the impound, because they “had no idea where it is.”
Setting: Maggie and Drew stand on a sidewalk in front of a cab company where at least 100 yellow cabs are parked. Cab drivers start and end their shifts every five minutes. The clouds are about to drop rain.
Maggie: “If we can’t get a cab here, we are f’ed.”
Drew: “True.”
Well, we were f’d so we decided to get on the subway instead. After exiting the subway, we found the New York Department of Transportation and figured they should know where the EVIL TOW COMPANY IMPOUND is located. Yeah, no one there knew. We finally got some info out of a guy way back in an alarmed room… and that info led us to a long bus ride.
Once the bus delivered us to our stop on Laurel Hill Blvd, we had to walk for about fifteen minutes amongst broken glass, next to a gorgeously creepy cemetery and graffiti. There, under the BQE, we found the EVIL TOW COMPANY. It looked so evil!
Drew was verbally harassed in the portable building where he paid for the retrieval of the vehicle. I had to wait out in the street practically, as directed by the gangta’ lady cop out front. Even though the car was not rented in Drew’s name, they didn’t trip at all. EVIL AND DUMB!
Drew was then escorted in the back of a NYPD car to get the rental. He then retrieved me in the street, and we were on our way back to the city.
Time between Tow and Retrieval: 2h 15min.
Thanks jerks!
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