Tow It Over My Dead Body

AMBF and I work in the same building. No, we aren't one of those couples that do everything together - there are a couple thousand people in this building, and I might, if I'm lucky, see the back of AMBF's head once a week as he walks down the hall. We don't even drive to work together, because we both enjoy slowly killing the planet with our emissions and gas use. Plus, I'm usually holed up in my office to avoid any sort of interaction with the brilliant, sophisticated, good-looking people that work here. (Did you catch the sarcasm there? Because that's totally what that was.) (And AMBF, of course, really is brilliant, sophisticated, and good-looking, even though he works in this cess pit.)

On Friday, AMBF and I went somewhere right after work, and we drove together in his car. I left mine in the parking lot. The need for my car never arose, so I left it there all weekend. I will insert here the fact that I have done this several times before without incident.

On Monday, AMBF and I go to work. First thing I do is check out Black Betty (Lil Nazi, for those of you who aren't offended by that) to make sure that nothing happened to her over the weekend. And on her window is a sticker proclaiming "NO PARKING. This is not a parking lot. Your car will be towed within 48 hours if not moved. Your license plate number has been recorded and your car will be towed if parked here again."

WTF??

First, um, yes, I believe that they do indeed call this large, flat, paved area with white stripes a "parking lot." And, generally, one parks in a parking lot. And second, I can't park in my own work's goddamn parking lot? Are you fucking kidding me? And if I DO come to work and park in the parking lot, you're going to tow my car?

I understand that sometimes people abandon cars in parking lots, but I've been parking in that parking lot for five years- and since February with Black Betty - usually in that exact same spot, even, so they should recognize it as the vehicle of someone who works there. Not to mention that it's a freaking NICE car, not one that is likely to be abandoned.

Unfortunately, my snarkiness and anger end there, as all was quickly rectified when I talked to the security guard and proved that I do, indeed, work there and clarified that I can continue to park there - even over weekends if I want. I wish there was a cooler ending, like I took my case to the Supreme Court (because I'm sure that's exactly the kind of case they are dying to hear) and won a victory for weekend-parkers everywhere. But alas, nope, it just ends abruptly there.