f*ck the police

i spent this past weekend up at my roomates parents place. they have 80 acres up past ponolka, lots of hay and trucks and dogs. it was a good time.
we drove home on monday, got to the house about 930
i quickly realized that my car was not parked in front where i thought it should be
instant panic mode: i started freaking out, what the hell am i gonna do
i called my mom to see if she borrowed it, checked the yard, the house, everything
S was pissed off, and decided we were headed to the police station right then
at this point i was almost in tears and completley distraught
i already have no job, with no car all i have is blair waldorf . . .
and that was too depressing to even begin to consider
so we're in the car on our way to the police station and three blocks away from our house . . .

and S remembers that i left my car parked in front of her cousins house in the city on friday.
friggin genius's right here

good thing she remembered before we got to the police station