{"id":882,"date":"2005-10-22T23:40:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-22T18:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/?p=882"},"modified":"2005-10-22T23:40:00","modified_gmt":"2005-10-22T18:40:00","slug":"summary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/?p=882","title":{"rendered":"Summary"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--more In which I risk life and limb to get my car back-->Car got towed from the commuter lot on Friday morning.  I was still in Boston, having stayed over with <lj user=technolope> and <lj user=capital_l>.  Turns out that the South Attleboro commuter lot tows every car still there after the crowd from the last train of the evening has dispersed.  This is, in fact, &#8220;clearly posted, sir&#8221; and &#8220;there are no exceptions, sir.&#8221;  So, much as it&#8217;s awesome to have friends in town who are flexible enough to accommodate my crazy schedule and poor planning &#8230; I can&#8217;t really make use of their hospitality unless I plan ahead. <\/p>\n<p>As a side note, that snide, condescending way of saying &#8220;sir&#8221; when you really mean &#8220;ass smelling, butt-person&#8221; sort of gets on my nerves.  If someone hits four or five instances of &#8220;sir&#8221; in a single spoken paragraph, they&#8217;re either simpering and whingeing or else they&#8217;re being snide and saying &#8220;sir&#8221; when they mean &#8220;fuckface.&#8221;  Neither is good.<\/p>\n<p>Got back to the commuter lot on Friday night, no car.  So I called the number, and the attendant from the parking lot company couldn&#8217;t figure out if I had been towed or not.  I&#8217;m not sure what <em>other<\/em> job a person working the night shift of the answering service at the parking lot would have &#8230; but apparently she doesn&#8217;t get this question much.  Fortunately, the police were able to confirm that I had been towed, and to tell me which company did it.  <\/p>\n<p>So, the towing company phone lady explained that they only have one driver working on Friday nights, and that I would have to wait for him at the lot.  With cash.  $130 in cash.  Pain in the ass, but achievable.  Went to the ATM, got the money, plus a $20 for the cab ride, and called a taxi.  Taxi dropped me off in front of this big-ass deserted warehouse, with a little barbed wire enclave at the corner of a huge parking lot with my car in it.  As the taxi was leaving, I realized that I was totally screwed.  I had called someone on the phone, who had said &#8220;get a bunch of cash, and wait in this abandoned parking lot.  We&#8217;ll be there shortly.&#8221;  Further, it&#8217;s pretty good odds that <em>anyone<\/em> who gets dropped off by cab and loiters in that lot has at least $130 on him in cash.  Great.  Lovely.  <\/p>\n<p>So, as I&#8217;m thinking these things, a positively huge dude climbs out of one of the trucks and introduces himself.  He&#8217;s making some extra money by watching the lot at night, sitting in the truck.  He wondered if I wanted to sit in where it&#8217;s warm.<\/p>\n<p>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!<\/p>\n<p>Turns out that he was okay, and that I didn&#8217;t suffer beating and robbery at his hands &#8230; but let&#8217;s just say that I&#8217;m not all that thrilled with where my Friday night took me.  A driver eventually showed up, I gave him the cash, and he unlocked the gate and let me have my car.  I decided to call the nice lady who sent me down to date-rape central to let her know that I had my car, and I had paid off someone with keys.  Did I get his name?  No sir, I mean mamn.  <\/p>\n<p>Got home, and <a href=\"http:\/\/redmed.livejournal.com\/\" class=\"lj-user\">redmed<\/a> had cracked a bottle of wine, made chili and cornbread, and sort of generally made coming home very smooth and peaceful.<\/p>\n<p>Today was better.  I spent it building a system for a friend to use at his co-location facility.  Basically, it pushes the correct OS image out to a selected MAC address, on command.  Pretty slick, but not so interesting to write about.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color:#777\"> . . . &rarr; Read More: <a href=\"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/?p=882\">Summary<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/882"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=882"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/882\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=882"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=882"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=882"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}