So, I got my car towed. Long story short (well, really it's just a short story) I got back late one night to my apartments and there was no parking anywhere near my building. So, being the [really cute] young 21 year-old FEMALE that I am, I decided I did not feel safe parking [really] far away and walking back... [also, out of laziness]. So, I parked in front of the dumpster. Yes, dumb, I know, but I was going to get up [really, really] really early in the morning for work and I know the trash men don't come before 6 a.m.
Well, lo and behold, sometime in the wee hours of the morning my car was towed. The point of this story is to highlight my GRATEFULNESS [in light of the Thanksgiving season] I have toward my parents for the gifts that have given me: persuasion [thank you, mom] and stubbornness...because the "customer" is always right" [thank you, dad].
Due to the gifts [that I once, and sometimes still do, hated as a child in public] that I have received from my parents, I was able to talk the towing company down from a $100 recovery fee to a $50 recovery fee. What talent!
...and I parked in front of a dumpster!....duh, Lara, duh.
