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| our Pontiac in the Tow away garage |
The doorman in
the hostel had a lot of fun telling me about a corpulent black lady from the
»Tow away service« who, just a while earlier, had towed the car away because it
had been parked at the wrong place. I didn't have as much fun as he did; I
swore like a trooper as I walked, in the pouring rain, to the parking lot of
the tow-away service. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far, just about two kilometers
from the hostel.
The employee was unyielding.
She agreed with all my arguments, but the tariff was clear: 150 $! Reluctantly,
I paid and the doorman led me to the covered parking lot where I found our
beautiful dark-red Pontiac. Even though the pane had an inscription saying that
the car was protected against breaking in, the door was unlocked and a thick
rope was fastened to the steering wheel and clawed with the door; that should
prevent the wheels to move during the tow-away. American tow-away vehicles are,
in fact, very small trucks, and they only have space for two wheels of any
given towed-away vehicle.
to be continued
text & photo:
Janin Klemenčič