So I lent my roommate, Brian, my car Friday night to drive to Boston to see the Red Sox and stay at Boston College with a friend. He parked in a parking garage right next to the school, which had people in front waving him in to park. According to my roommate (a pretty reputable source) there were no clear signs marking that the garage did not allow nightly parking, only signs in the stairwell of the garage. Sooooo of course the Boston College Police has my car towed. The next day he goes to get my car back from the BC police, who tell him that they won't give him the car back because he's not the owner of the car. Not only will they not give it to him, they won't even tell him where it's impounded, for some strange reason. They do tell him it'll be a 90 dollar fee to get the car back.
So, Brian informs me of this turn of events (while I'm on an 8 hour Saturday field trip for my geology, class, which *******s a flat tire on the way home, just to add to the fun), which I think is sort of funny, and we leave from my school at 7 to catch a train to Boston. An hour long train ride later, we're on the T headed to BC, where we catch a shuttle bus that brings us right to the police station. How convenient! We tell them about our car, and they give us directions to a Sunoco station in Newton where my car is impounded. We hop on another bus bringing us to Cleveland Circle T Station, the first stop on the directions. They tell us to hop on the D train and get off at the Eliot St. stop. We immediately notice that this is wrong, because the D train does not run to Cleveland Circle, and Eliot St. is not on the Cleveland Circle line. After a bit of wandering, we find our way to the Resevoir station, which IS the D line, and which DOES stop at Eliot St. That's when we realize we're only carrying 20's, so we stop off at a Dunkin Donuts to refuel and get some smaller bills to pay for the T. After being hassled by the employee, we wait 10 minutes for coffee while she goes and helps other people at the connecting Baskin Robbins. She clearly forgot about us, so we decided to cut our losses and get the hell out of Dunkin Donuts, with the change for the train.
We finally get on the D train headed towards Eliot St., which is where the next stop on our journey. After a nice pleasant T ride, we arrive at this station which is apparently in the middle of nowhere, and it's pitch black. The directions tell us to take the walkway over Rt. 9, but they don't inform us that we have to turn around and head across the train tracks the opposite way we get off. Anyways, we find our way over Rt. 9, after which the directions tell us to walk up the hill to the Sunoco station at the light. Of course, we're at the bottom of two different hills, so we randomly pick the one on our right, which happens to be the right one! We find the Sunoco, where they charge us $110 for the towing. Yes, that's $20 more than BC told us it would be, meaning we need to use the ATM to get another 20. The guy tells us to go wait at the end of some alley where another guy will meet us to open the gates. 15 minutes later, during which we're standing around in a shady alley late at night, the guy shows up and gives us our car back. And to top it all off, BC gave me a $25 parking ticket! Thanks BC, I really needed that, after all those towing costs I just paid (well, Brian paid)!
Really long story, and I guess it's not BC's fault, but I wanted to vent, because it took 4 hours to travel about 20 miles, to get back this freakin car. Oh and we drove home on 1/8th of a tank of gas.
09-30-2006, 11:05 PM
I hate you Boston College
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