today, I feel like shit.

I've got those nasty 'do not park or we will tow you' signs in front of ye olde mutt.

In three years, I've never actually towed someone. just left polite, yet pointful notes on windshields.

Today that changed.


there was a truck in my space. It doesn't belong to the new tennants upstairs. and because we're getting busy again, I can't sit and wait around for whoever owns that truck to come back around and make sure that they understand that they have made a major transgression.


but this all makes me feel like shit.
The owners of said truck are arguing with the tow truck driver right now.


ugh.