Assumptions

Last night was quite possibly the craziest night of my life. We went to the Dave Mathews Band concert with my dad.
Starting where the drama began:

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10:00 p.m. we are separated from my dad and realize we can't get a hold of him because he has my phone and Jon-David's phone is dead. We don't have a designated meeting place, and my dad is the only one who knows where the car is parked. Which, by the way, is parked 1/2 mile away at a Chevron gas station, he avoided parking at the venue to save 10 bucks. How do you find a man in the dark amongst thousands of people? Miraculously, somehow we did. At that time I ironically thought to myself oh good, we found him, this night could've gone very bad.

THE TREK
We start walking with my dad back to the car. My dad suggests we take his backpack while he runs and gets the car. It was dark and we didn't see which direction he ran, so we ended up waiting on the street corner for him. We wait and wait and wait, and finally see my dad running back up the sidewalk on the other side of the highway. He yells across to us "the car's not there. It's been towed." Great.
He then dodges traffic to get back to our side of the highway. We got a hold of the towing place and they informed us that if we wanted our car back that night it was going to cost $255, if we waited until morning then it would only $200. And then there on the street corner, by the light of our phones, we proceed to call all of the people in my dad's planner that he knows are at the concert and that would be willing to give us a ride home.

CHEVRON
We get to Chevron, the scene of the crime, and there were 3 cars being towed in the area where my dad's car used to be.
For visualization I downloaded this picture from Google maps so you can see the layout.
My dad parked on the left side of the lot, apparently it's labeled 30 minute parking on the gas station building!! There's only that ONE sign not anywhere by the actual parking.



Very frustrating.
My dad is usually a calm, cool, collected fellow. I have never seen him react the way he did at the gas station. And I actually found it to be quite hilarious because it was so out of character for him.

As we're standing there taking in all of the injustice, we noticed a couple who seemed just as disturbed as we were talking to a Chevron attendant. And my dad ASSUMES their car is being towed as well. Then my dad (probably feeling satisfied by the prospect of other people just as angry as he is) marches over to them and starts YELLING about illegalities and how those people better hurry and do something quick, etc., with quite a bit of cursing.

I am certain that my dad didn't get the reaction he was looking for. All he got in return were bewildered stares. And then I noticed a guy reclining in the front seat of this couples car, who was sweating, crying, and clenching his chest. I assumed it was some guy that had too much 'fun' at the concert and I impolitely asked the Chevron attendant "what's up with that guy?" She says, "He's having a heart attack."

That poor couples uncle was in the car having a HEART ATTACK! While they waited for the ambulance to get there some crazy guy(dad) had been yelling incoherent dirty words at them.

After the ambulance came and took him away the couple came over to us and asked if WE were OK! HA! yeah, our car was just towed, our problems are nothing compared to yours, and YOU are the one's asking US if WE are OK?

In the end my dad stayed the night at our kind friends house and we got a ride from some of his students, for whom we were the designated drivers. Once we finally got home and got thinking of all the nights events, we laughed and laughed until my sides hurt and my eyes were watering. That's how we handle stress.