When I woke up this morning, the last place I expected to spend the evening was the Minneapolis Impound Lot. But life is funny like that. I was coming from St. Paul back to downtown Minneapolis. I had a meeting and I decided to park near the meeting location rather than park the car in my building and walk several blocks. I didn’t even see the sign that said NO PARKING 4-6 PM. After the meeting, I go back to the street where I parked. No van. My nurse thought it might be stolen, but I was fairly certain there isn’t much of a black market for Chrysler minivans tricked out with wheelchair ramps. We go to the local police precinct and discover the van has been impounded. Fortunately, I’m able to call for an accessible taxi to take me to the impound lot.
\nI could be pissed, but it really isn’t worth it. As a general rule, I’m not quick to anger. I have my van back. My nurse and I split the towing cost, so I’m only out about $60. I haven’t decided whether to contest the ticket yet. I could try playing the pity card, but I did screw up when I didn’t see the sign. This is simply one of those weird things that happens to me sometimes. And it’s good blog material, don’t you think?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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