Because I didn't have to baby sit last night and could get home while there was still plenty of daylight I planned on cleaning my car after I got home. I parked it in front of my apt and ran upstairs to take care of a few things.... Well, as it so happens, I never left my apartment again that day. This morning I get up, get ready, grab all my gear and head outside. It takes me 10 minutes to walk to the lot where I park my car and as I enter it, I look around and realize - my car is not there. Then, it dawns on me, I never moved my car from the day before. This is a bad thing. In my city there is no overnight parking. So, I sigh, and start trudging back to my apartment. I am so sure my car has been towed I stop at the ATM and withdraw the correct amount of cash (at least an arm and probably part of a leg's worth) before turning the corner to my street. Ahhh, the sun never shone on a more beautiful sight then the dust covered hood of my little Honda. Whether it was because I still had my Montana plates or the policeman was feeling generous (or tired, the $30 ticket I found on my mirror was time stamped at 5 a.m.) I'll probably never know. Really, I don't care! I am just grateful that my little baby didn't get towed!!