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Dude, where's my car?
So my sister is in town, and she calls me and says "Ryan and I are at The Trentino."
So I say, "I'll be right there," and I skip merrily to R lot. Then I call the police.
"Hi, I'm in R lot, and my car isn't. So, it's either been towed or stolen; either way I have to talk to you."
They tell me to all the towing company. The towing company does not have my car.
I then realize that I went to a movie night before last. On the way home, I wanted to stop by the IACC, so I pull into a 15 minute parking space, right next to the police station, and go into the IACC across the street. When I'm done, I go home. On foot.
My car sat there for a day and a half; when I returned, I had no parking ticket. Did I mention this space is part of the parking lot where they park the police cruisers? How many shift changes did Foo sit through, and none of NDSU's finest felt compelled to ticket me. Thank you, officer friendly. I owe ya' one.
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