So, not all things about city living are fantabulous. A car...having a car, parking, driving, traffic, etc. 
is definitely one of the hardships. Andi and I began learning this lesson day one and continue to learn as we go.
Let me start from the beginning and bring you to the final straw....Andi's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
The day we moved here as we were packing up Andi's first place she got her car towed....OUT OF HER OWN PARKING LOT! Ridiculous....we know!
(Reenactment: "Yeah, did you tow a honda with indiana plates. Ok, well I'm going to need you to bring it back!)
Yeah, they don't do that, so we had to ride in the moving truck with some less than "gentlemen" movers. Long story short...we got the car back.
Next experience......another towing, but his time by the lovely city of Chicago. This time it happened right on our street. Apparently it is important to read the fine print on street signs...just because it says in big letters "Snow Advisory: No parking when there is two or more inches of snow" and it is a nice sunny day that doesn't mean your car won't be towed because somewhere on the sign it also says "or on Thursdays". Whatever! Again...long story short, after two less than fun, long trips to the city lot (which can only be described as a bureaucratic toilet bowl) Andi got her car back again!
After all of the wonderful towing adventures we began parking Andi's car in our "secure" garage in our building. One would think this would solve all of our worries, but nope! After a few weeks in the garage Andi realized that a leak in the ceiling of the garage was staining the hood of her car. The landlords said they would fix it and in the meantime she should park in another spot that wasn't being used. Great! No worries....right? WRONG!
As we pack up to go to Frannyville to celebrate the next generation of crazy cousins, Andi realizes that someone who lives in our building has keyed her car with the words "My Space".
(Reenactment: Oh snap Chelsea....somebody freakin keyed my car. I'll be back. I'm going up there.....I am furious!)
No joke! Not only was she parked in a spot she was told to by the landlords, but somebody who lives among us actually had the nerve to do such an immature thing. Who does that? So, after some angry calls, notes, and some serious shaking....we got on the road to begin our weekend.
The bad car karma should stop there...isn't that enough? You would think. As we are making on way on the skyway we slow to approach the toll. What happens as we do? You guessed it, someone rear ends Andi's car. Yep...it's true! I didn't know at this point who to feel bad for, Andi? or the poor, young boy who hit her and who was going to have to feel her wrath! However, she managed to keep her cool (after screaming in her car and banging her fists a bit!)
So, that about sums up Andi's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and the long tradition of having a car in Chicago that has lead up to this!!!!!!
is definitely one of the hardships. Andi and I began learning this lesson day one and continue to learn as we go.Let me start from the beginning and bring you to the final straw....Andi's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
The day we moved here as we were packing up Andi's first place she got her car towed....OUT OF HER OWN PARKING LOT! Ridiculous....we know!
(Reenactment: "Yeah, did you tow a honda with indiana plates. Ok, well I'm going to need you to bring it back!)
Yeah, they don't do that, so we had to ride in the moving truck with some less than "gentlemen" movers. Long story short...we got the car back.
Next experience......another towing, but his time by the lovely city of Chicago. This time it happened right on our street. Apparently it is important to read the fine print on street signs...just because it says in big letters "Snow Advisory: No parking when there is two or more inches of snow" and it is a nice sunny day that doesn't mean your car won't be towed because somewhere on the sign it also says "or on Thursdays". Whatever! Again...long story short, after two less than fun, long trips to the city lot (which can only be described as a bureaucratic toilet bowl) Andi got her car back again!
After all of the wonderful towing adventures we began parking Andi's car in our "secure" garage in our building. One would think this would solve all of our worries, but nope! After a few weeks in the garage Andi realized that a leak in the ceiling of the garage was staining the hood of her car. The landlords said they would fix it and in the meantime she should park in another spot that wasn't being used. Great! No worries....right? WRONG!
As we pack up to go to Frannyville to celebrate the next generation of crazy cousins, Andi realizes that someone who lives in our building has keyed her car with the words "My Space".
(Reenactment: Oh snap Chelsea....somebody freakin keyed my car. I'll be back. I'm going up there.....I am furious!)
No joke! Not only was she parked in a spot she was told to by the landlords, but somebody who lives among us actually had the nerve to do such an immature thing. Who does that? So, after some angry calls, notes, and some serious shaking....we got on the road to begin our weekend.
The bad car karma should stop there...isn't that enough? You would think. As we are making on way on the skyway we slow to approach the toll. What happens as we do? You guessed it, someone rear ends Andi's car. Yep...it's true! I didn't know at this point who to feel bad for, Andi? or the poor, young boy who hit her and who was going to have to feel her wrath! However, she managed to keep her cool (after screaming in her car and banging her fists a bit!)
So, that about sums up Andi's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and the long tradition of having a car in Chicago that has lead up to this!!!!!!
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