Mom-101 vs Brooklyn Heights Parking Violations Department: I've got you now.
For several years I've suspected that there is a pattern of crossing the legal line in order to keep ticketing high in Brooklyn Heights. Now I am sure of it.
This morning, Nate arrived well before 8am, and returned back home at 8:03, wide-eyed, panting. "Our car is gone."
At 8:05 we called the police. The tow pound. The marshalls. No sign of our car. I phoned our insurance company and reported it stolen around 8:30. I twittered it around 9.
Somewhere in between, I sobbed furiously, wondering how the hell we'll be able to head down to North Carolina to see Nate's family in two days, with money insanely tight, and an insurance policy that doesn't cover us for rentals. Let alone the two car seats in the back that are worth more than the $200 of personal goods you're entitled to claim. What's that, like a few CDs? Oh wait, those aren't covered either.
Not a great morning.
At 10:00 Nate tried the tow pound one more time, just to be sure. Indeed, they had the car.
He raced to the pound (taxi: $10), retrieved the ticket, paid $185 for the tow.
The time on the ticket?
The time on Nate's phone documenting his first call to the police? 8:05 AM.
NY Times: Expect a phone call. Officer Ford, consider yourself on notice.