Virginia is for lovers, plateless lovers
Five years I lived in downtown Los Angeles. My parents were worried when i decided to leave the peaceful albeit drugged out suburbs of Washington to go to college. So worried, they were, they gave me a going away gift: the club. as i pulled it from their nail-less fingers, I felt silly.
Despite numerous comments, i used that club. it was good to me. I always used the reasoning that my car was still there as evidence of the club’s mysterious effectiveness.
Not 6 months in Pasadena and my car is naked. it’s unmentionables are just… out there. and by unmentionables, I surely mean, how do you say, bumpers.
My plates, ladies and gentlemen, have been stolen.
Normally i would take this in stride, it takes a lot to get me down. I mean a lot. But this happened as i was going out to a party. Let me tell you, Newcastle brown tastes good, but not great, when you’re wondering what felony is being committed in your name. The DMV was of course closed on saturday, and as such i would need to wait in order to get new plates.
I suppose that “wait” for plates is a pun, considering I’m referencing the DMV, but I digress.
I had planned on driving myself to the airport on Monday for my trip to Virginia (is for lovers) . Without plates, however, one is not allowed to park long term. So, what can ya do? You call Primetime shuttle, spawn of all that is early and annoying.
Don’t get me wrong, I got to the airport on time, and isn’t that the point. But i always have some form of trouble with their service. This time, it is three fold. One, they picked me up at 3:30. 4am we arrive at LAX, and my flight leaves at 7:30. Awesome. Secondly, they charged me for two pickups, there and back, even though i had canceled the revenge trip. Lastly, and while I don’t blame primetime per se, is the man with a giant bandage around his head. not horizontally, but vertically. wrapped over his head, under his chin.
Almost comical. Almost.
I did end up at AAA today, and got my plates and new registration for just eighteen dollars. Something I feel was quite the steal (ok, no more puns).