So it seems my poor minivan, tired of my derisive jokes, decided to allow itself to be seduced by a stranger while I had it parked outside a framing shop in downtown L.A. for 20 minutes. I paced back and forth on the sidewalk past the spot where I left it, sure that if I just looked again, it would have been there all along, hidden beneath, I don't know, a leaf or a gum wrapper or something.
No. And in spite of the fact I had parked exactly BELOW a "no parking, tow-away" sign, it hadn't been towed, either. So now we're in the market again.