Whats up everyone in the Yard. Thought I would share a little story from the weekend before I head off for the first trip of the year.
This is the burning question the day, am I retarded? How is it possible seeing my car (white tahoe) parked left of this sign, that I get my car put in a boot?
Most of the time I have a tendency to cut corners or take risks that I probably shouldn't take in life but last night is one of the few times in my life I went the extra mile and it only hurt me. So I am pulling into to parking garage at Nikko's sushi bar and there are spots everywhere but the sign tells me to go to the 4th floor and there is designated parking for the restaurant. So I decide that to be safe tonight I will just do what the sign tells me. As I get to the 4th level I look up and see this sign. No problem, right! Wrong, apparently there are designated spots on the 4th level that you can and cant park in.
After an entertaining and great meal at Nikko's, I return to wheel the old Tahoe towards downtown Charlotte and there is a boot on my car and a sign on my window giving me a phone number to remove the boot. At this point I am fairly calm, but after the tow truck arrives and the biggest jackass in the country steps out of his car my mood quickly changed.
He informs me that it is a $100 fine to remove the boot and he doesn't accept credit cards. ( I mean I usually don't just roll with hundy's) After laughing for a solid 7 minutes in this guys face I have no choice but to hand him a crisp $100 bill from my wallet. Of all the bets I have lost in my life, this easily is the hardest hundy I have ever had to give up. I felt like I was selling my soul to the devil or something. Just remember I usually feel like I am better than things around me so for me to even get the 4th level without parking was a miracle. I must have passed 300 open spots on my way up.
After 20 minutes of debating and taking pictures of the scene I tell this 300 pound tow truck driver that I demand his card and name because I am taking him to court. As he begins to walk away I take all 155 pounds of me and get in his face. Before this guy got hurt he decided to give me his card but to be even more of a jackass he ripped off the sign on my window but left the paper stuck to the glass and I cant get it off. I realize now that it probably isn't even worth making a scene over but after 3 bourbon and gingers on a Saturday night after a Terps loss at Miami I was up for a fight!
I am headed to the airport tomorrow to catch a plane to the 3rd world country of Guatemala. I am going to do my best to stay out of that little Casino and many strip clubs and focus on my game. I truly have never felt as good as I do right now over the golf ball so a good finish is in the cards.
I am atleast assured of coming back with some great pictures and unbelievable stories at worst!
This is the burning question the day, am I retarded? How is it possible seeing my car (white tahoe) parked left of this sign, that I get my car put in a boot?
Most of the time I have a tendency to cut corners or take risks that I probably shouldn't take in life but last night is one of the few times in my life I went the extra mile and it only hurt me. So I am pulling into to parking garage at Nikko's sushi bar and there are spots everywhere but the sign tells me to go to the 4th floor and there is designated parking for the restaurant. So I decide that to be safe tonight I will just do what the sign tells me. As I get to the 4th level I look up and see this sign. No problem, right! Wrong, apparently there are designated spots on the 4th level that you can and cant park in.
After an entertaining and great meal at Nikko's, I return to wheel the old Tahoe towards downtown Charlotte and there is a boot on my car and a sign on my window giving me a phone number to remove the boot. At this point I am fairly calm, but after the tow truck arrives and the biggest jackass in the country steps out of his car my mood quickly changed.
He informs me that it is a $100 fine to remove the boot and he doesn't accept credit cards. ( I mean I usually don't just roll with hundy's) After laughing for a solid 7 minutes in this guys face I have no choice but to hand him a crisp $100 bill from my wallet. Of all the bets I have lost in my life, this easily is the hardest hundy I have ever had to give up. I felt like I was selling my soul to the devil or something. Just remember I usually feel like I am better than things around me so for me to even get the 4th level without parking was a miracle. I must have passed 300 open spots on my way up.
After 20 minutes of debating and taking pictures of the scene I tell this 300 pound tow truck driver that I demand his card and name because I am taking him to court. As he begins to walk away I take all 155 pounds of me and get in his face. Before this guy got hurt he decided to give me his card but to be even more of a jackass he ripped off the sign on my window but left the paper stuck to the glass and I cant get it off. I realize now that it probably isn't even worth making a scene over but after 3 bourbon and gingers on a Saturday night after a Terps loss at Miami I was up for a fight!
I am headed to the airport tomorrow to catch a plane to the 3rd world country of Guatemala. I am going to do my best to stay out of that little Casino and many strip clubs and focus on my game. I truly have never felt as good as I do right now over the golf ball so a good finish is in the cards.
I am atleast assured of coming back with some great pictures and unbelievable stories at worst!
