50% of Lawyers Graduate in the Bottom of Their Class You Know!
Towed a car the University Police sicced me on for outstanding unpaid tickets. They didn't say how many, but it has to be at least 4 before they'll have you forcibly removed from campus at your expense. It was parked outside the University law library. According to the banner across the rear window, the owner is a member of this University's law school. When I got it back to the shop, I ran the plate through the municipal ticket database. Bingo, $25 more in unpaid parking tickets.
Ya know, If any of you out there ever need a lawyer, take my advice.
Don't hire this schmoe, they can't even park without breaking the law
Assuming they graduate, of course....
His Majesty Doth Not Wish to be Fined
I'm checking a car parked at a meter, it's got a couple tickets on it already, and if the parking enforcement guy who just did his sweep of the lot has written it the 4th, then it's good to go. No such luck, according to my handheld it's gotten 3, (1 on car, 2 on file) but he's paid them all off. As I'm checking, I notice out of the periphery someone coming towards me with one of the pink parking violation envelopes in hand.
Him- Here, you can have this back
Me- I'm not taking that back
Him- Well I don't want it, so I'm giving it back
Me- You can't give it back to me Sir, that's yours to pay
Him- Well, I'm not paying it so you might as well take it
Me - I'm not taking that back
Him- Fine! *throws ticket at my feet* I gave it back, so you can't collect on that! Good luck getting any cash out of me!
Me - Good luck ever getting a loan when that goes to collections, Sir..... (Don't think he heard me as he'd run off by then)
And that completes the "You Can't Make the Law Apply to Me" event in this year's Raging Ego Olympics, the judges scores are:
9.1, 8.9, 9.4, 9.4, 9.0 and the Russian judge scores him an unimpressed 7.6, he's got to be disappointed at that.
We Told Ya We'd Shoot, Why Didn't you Believe Us?
Guy illegally parks his high-six-figure-sticker-priced car, one of our tow trucks sees it and hooks it up. Guy comes running out with a sob story, but it doesn't matter, he owes us a drop, $65.
Guy tries to use a credit card, his Buddy's credit card. We tell him he can't do that. So he digs through his wallet and hands us one that's got his name on it. Since this happened at 2am when the office is closed, the driver took an imprint of the card (yeah, we're still in the 20th century with them ol' fashioned steam-powered credit card "machines"!) so he could run it when he got back to the garage.
Well, surprise surprise, no wonder he wanted to use his buddy's card, his declines when it's run. Driver calls owner back, tells him the card flunked the fund test and he has to come into the garage within the next hour to pay what he owes. Owner tells us that it's "Not his problem" anymore.
Our driver tells him it most certainly is, if he doesn't want to face a charge of theft of services, legally, paying us with a bad credit card is the same as dining and dashing at a restaurant. We again tell him he has an hour to come in and settle up.
"You don't tell ME what to do!" the owner says, and hangs up.
Driver calls the police, and gives him owner's number and a brief explanation of what just happened.
Don't know what the cops said to him, but he showed up 15 minutes later at the front door, cash in hand.
So technically, he's correct, we couldn't tell him what to do, but the Borough's Finest apparently had more sway with him than us!
You Railfans Should Like This
I had a long tow up to some podunk town the other day, and even though I'm a railfan at heart, I'm glad that the garage at the drop-off point was on "my" side of the railroad track coming in to town instead of the "far" side. No sooner did I pull into the garage's lot than I heard the whistle, the gates go into action, and 2 ancient GP's (carry on ol' soldiers!) motored across the road with a string of loaded coal hoppers at the blistering speed of...... 20 mph.
I unloaded the car, re-packed my truck, shot the breeze a bit with the garage owner and when I left 20 minutes later, it was STILL going by.... to the exasperation of the lengthening line of cars.
Towed a car the University Police sicced me on for outstanding unpaid tickets. They didn't say how many, but it has to be at least 4 before they'll have you forcibly removed from campus at your expense. It was parked outside the University law library. According to the banner across the rear window, the owner is a member of this University's law school. When I got it back to the shop, I ran the plate through the municipal ticket database. Bingo, $25 more in unpaid parking tickets.
Ya know, If any of you out there ever need a lawyer, take my advice.
Don't hire this schmoe, they can't even park without breaking the law
Assuming they graduate, of course....

His Majesty Doth Not Wish to be Fined
I'm checking a car parked at a meter, it's got a couple tickets on it already, and if the parking enforcement guy who just did his sweep of the lot has written it the 4th, then it's good to go. No such luck, according to my handheld it's gotten 3, (1 on car, 2 on file) but he's paid them all off. As I'm checking, I notice out of the periphery someone coming towards me with one of the pink parking violation envelopes in hand.
Him- Here, you can have this back
Me- I'm not taking that back
Him- Well I don't want it, so I'm giving it back
Me- You can't give it back to me Sir, that's yours to pay
Him- Well, I'm not paying it so you might as well take it
Me - I'm not taking that back
Him- Fine! *throws ticket at my feet* I gave it back, so you can't collect on that! Good luck getting any cash out of me!
Me - Good luck ever getting a loan when that goes to collections, Sir..... (Don't think he heard me as he'd run off by then)
And that completes the "You Can't Make the Law Apply to Me" event in this year's Raging Ego Olympics, the judges scores are:
9.1, 8.9, 9.4, 9.4, 9.0 and the Russian judge scores him an unimpressed 7.6, he's got to be disappointed at that.
We Told Ya We'd Shoot, Why Didn't you Believe Us?
Guy illegally parks his high-six-figure-sticker-priced car, one of our tow trucks sees it and hooks it up. Guy comes running out with a sob story, but it doesn't matter, he owes us a drop, $65.
Guy tries to use a credit card, his Buddy's credit card. We tell him he can't do that. So he digs through his wallet and hands us one that's got his name on it. Since this happened at 2am when the office is closed, the driver took an imprint of the card (yeah, we're still in the 20th century with them ol' fashioned steam-powered credit card "machines"!) so he could run it when he got back to the garage.
Well, surprise surprise, no wonder he wanted to use his buddy's card, his declines when it's run. Driver calls owner back, tells him the card flunked the fund test and he has to come into the garage within the next hour to pay what he owes. Owner tells us that it's "Not his problem" anymore.
Our driver tells him it most certainly is, if he doesn't want to face a charge of theft of services, legally, paying us with a bad credit card is the same as dining and dashing at a restaurant. We again tell him he has an hour to come in and settle up.
"You don't tell ME what to do!" the owner says, and hangs up.
Driver calls the police, and gives him owner's number and a brief explanation of what just happened.
Don't know what the cops said to him, but he showed up 15 minutes later at the front door, cash in hand.
So technically, he's correct, we couldn't tell him what to do, but the Borough's Finest apparently had more sway with him than us!
You Railfans Should Like This
I had a long tow up to some podunk town the other day, and even though I'm a railfan at heart, I'm glad that the garage at the drop-off point was on "my" side of the railroad track coming in to town instead of the "far" side. No sooner did I pull into the garage's lot than I heard the whistle, the gates go into action, and 2 ancient GP's (carry on ol' soldiers!) motored across the road with a string of loaded coal hoppers at the blistering speed of...... 20 mph.

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