Zachary: Mom, I have a sticker from the apartment complex on my car saying it's going to get towed.
Me: Go to the apartment complex office and ask why.
Zachary: They said I do not have a registration sticker on my license plate and as long as I don't park on the property I will not be towed.
Me: I mailed you the registration paper that goes in your glove box and the sticker back in March.
Zachary: What's the registration paper look like?
Me: (texted him a picture of the registration)(I was smart enough to request a second copy).
Zachary: oh! I have that. It's in the kitchen drawer.
(Ouch! I just smacked my forehead)
Zachary: But there is no sticker.
Me: Okay, I will get online with the DMV and get you a new sticker.
Zachary: Mom, my car was towed.
Zachary: I stopped home to get a shower and when I came back out my car was being towed.
Me: (two octaves higher) Why did you park on the property?
Zachary: It was only for 20 minutes.
Me: Where is the car and what do you have to do to get it back?
Zachary: They need $125 and a paper with Dad authorizing me to pick it up since his name is on the registration card. They said the paper needs some special stamp.
Me: You mean notarized?
Me: Well that's a problem because Dad is in England.
Zachary: oh no.
(In the meantime I called the towing service. They will not allow me to get the authorization in my name because I am not on the registration.)
Zachary: My laptop is in the car. Can I go get it out of the car?
Me: No, they won't let you do that until you pay.
Zachary: My iPhone charger is in the car.
Me: Can you get a ride to Walmart to buy another one?
Zachary: Yeah let me get the money out of my wallet in the car.
I sense sarcasm
Me: OMG! Can you borrow money?
Zachary: I don't want to be that guy.
(At this point my forehead is hurting from smacking it too many times)
Zachary: I just need my car.
(I'm trying to get ahold of Todd, with no luck. He's still in England).
Me: Working on it. I can't do anything until Dad calls me.
Zachary: Awesome. He just had to go to England.
Me: You just had to get your car towed.
Zachary: Bad timing.
(Got ahold of Todd and explained the story).
Todd: (sigh) You've got to be kidding me?
Me: The notarized letter has to be taken care of right away. Zachary can't board the plane on *Tuesday without his license.
*(Sunday the towing place is closed. Monday Todd is flying home and won't be able to do anything).
Todd: My hotel room is so small, I can touch both walls. I feel like the Jolly-Green-Giant.
Me: Focus Todd, focus.
Todd: (He gave me his hotel info) Can you look on-line and find a notary nearby?
Me: (found one and sent info).
Todd: Thanks, I hope they are open on a Saturday.