My car has been impounded.

As I waited for the garage, which I must admit was surely very busy due to all the recent snow and ice, to pick up my car, the local constabulary saw fit to grab my car off the street. I just got off the phone with my insurer, Allstate, who told me that the garage was asking for a status update on the car. The insurance lady speculates that they went to get the car and – wait for it – it was gone.

So I get to unfuck this situation. The impound notice doesn't say why it was impounded, but Uncle Google tells me that Seattle has a 72-hour parking ordinance. That is, you can't leave your car in a street space, even one that would otherwise be legal, for over seventy-two hours. I exceeded that by quite a bit because the car is undriveable. I believe I'm fucked as far as impound fees go. I'm probably lucky it took as long as it did to get impounded.

Damnation. All because my son wanted a magazine.