What do you do....

when life steals your tires {AND WHEELS}?

no, not your wheels, your parents' wheels.




well, first thing's first, you think you're going crazy because you can't find the car. you knew where you parked it


but




that was after yoga, and sometimes yoga can make a person's brain go to mush.

so

maybe you parked it somewhere else...








but no, and after an hour you're still biding your time, waiting for the right parent to call... because,




you don't know the license plate number. who memorizes a license plate if they're just borrowing the car? oops.





finally, with license scrawled on paper, you call the tow lot. yes,

it's there...





but




you have to go to the police station to pick up the "release form". it's 11:00 on a Friday night, why not pay your pals, the cops, a visit?

last time i was in a police state? um, kindergarten field trip?





me, with release form in hand, "may i ask why the car was towed?"

cop, reading the police report {and chuckling} "your tires and wheels were stolen, AND your car's so light they had it up on milk crates!"




me : awesome.




so, what do you do at 12:30 AM on a Friday night? order some possum yarn.