Tales from a condo board president: like many condo buildings with parking lots, our building has a contract with a towing company, to deal with non-approved people parking in the lot.
We're in Chicago, and our contract is with Lincoln Towing Services. If you're from Chicago, you know Lincoln Towing Services as a company of towtruck-driving sharks, cruising through alleys and streets, looking for un-permitted cars to tow. Its history is so replete with tales of towtruck drivers' voracious hunger for towing, and those drivers' lightning quick tow action, that it's become legendary.
How legendary? This legendary:
Yesterday, one of our unit residents who was temporarily using a rental car, and who forgot to put a permit in her window that one fateful Tuesday, got towed. Although it was, ultimately, her fault, I told her I'd try to convince Lincoln Towing to reimburse all or part of the $218.50 it cost her to free the car from its pound. I've put in the call, although I don't expect anyone to call me back; if they do, I don't expect them to reimburse anything.
That's not the point of this post.
When I was put on hold during my first call, guess what music played while I waited?
You damn betcha.
I've got to admire the chutzpah.
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