Getting Some Z's

 

I rarely watch local news on the telly except in the morning whilst drinking my first and only cup of coffee. They repeat the same thing about every ten minutes so it's a bit annoying. Ten minutes is really all ya need. But there was one story that caught my eye.

Picture it... 

You're driving down Brady street in Milwaukee when all of a sudden you hear a clunk. Then you look on your dashboard and there's a man sitting on a toilet. You don't know what it means, but you know you ain't going anywhere. It's late so you decide to leave it til the morning. So you call Uber cause your girlfriend doesn't know you went out with the boys. Anyway, the next morning, you get your neighbor, Earl, to drop you off so you can get a tow, but the car is gone. You're able to track your car only to wait in line to receive this 👇

Within 24 hours your car had been towed, sold to a scrapyard and duly cubed. No one is claiming responsibility, although the tow truck driver seems mighty shifty. He claims he was given the title to the car and everything was on the up and up. My story is fake but the problem is real. After this couple complained and went to the news station, more people started showing up with the same story. The OP's car was stolen, but, by using their air pods they were able to track down where the car had been towed and crushed.

The tow truck driver and the scrapyard facility ain't talking. 

I've never met a tow truck driver who was on the straight and narrow. I'm sure they're out there, but I've just been acquainted with the type you don't want to know, like Big John Pruitt. 👇

Okay, he's fake, too. (Watch the movie) But I knew someone like Big John, although he was skrawny and shifty eyed. Literally. He didn't have a hook arm but a crossed eye that made me uncomfortable because I never knew where to look so I chose a spot on his forehead. I knew this sad sack because my ex was in the business of cars. My ex started working for Z's Daddy when he was just a teenager, then Z took over the business when his Dad retired. Well, not really. There wasn't anything to give except an old, tired, washed out tow truck Z drove around town in, looking for abandoned cars. My ex called him on occasions when he needed a car towed. Z was cheap and unreliable. He might show up, he might not. I tried to avoid interacting with him because he was creepy. I could get used to the eye, but not the guy. He looked like he hadn't bathed in months. He had tight curly hair that always looked like it was covered in three inches of dust. But, one summer night, the ex wasn't home when Z showed up to tow a car in our driveway. I had the kitchen door open but didn't pay much attention to what was going on outside. I hadn't heard anything in awhile so I assumed Z had gone. I decided to take out a bag of garbage and that's when I saw him. He was pinned to a tree, across the street in our neighbor's driveway. He was screaming bloody murder, so it was a relief to know he was alive. He must have wiggled himself out of his predicament and started coming towards me, screaming at me that I should have heard him yelling. My first thought was to laugh, but he probably would have shot me. I don't remember if I even said anything to him as I walked into the house and locked the door. I called my husband and told him if that guy ever steps foot on our property again I'd take a hammer to the '47 sports coupe sitting in the garage. He got the message. He knew Z wasn't exactly playing with a full deck. 

For years, even after I had divorced my husband, I would see Z in his tow truck cruising around town, still looking for scraps the big rigs wouldn't touch. I don't know how the truck was still going. Rust had eaten away most of the fenders and bed. I think I could even see his feet as he revved the engine and black smoke billowed out. Driver and truck were starting to resemble each other as both puffed and wheezed. 

What a life, eh? Someone's gotta tow the cars, but it's usually people like Z. In my experience anyway.