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@@ -37,7 +37,7 @@ About a month ago, I was invited by some friends to attend a Rennaisance Faire,
 
 Over the next few weeks I bought some makeup from CVS, tried it out, went back for some better stuff that I realized I needed after the first try, tried again, etc. (The previous story was attempt #2 of 3 times practicing before the renn faire). I also went to a few thrift stores to get anything that looked vaguely medieval or fantasy related (some might say I went a bit overboard and bought too many things, but others might... umm.. yeah I got too much stuff). I remember the first one I went to, I was trying to figure out what size skirt to get, so I held up a belt to my waist to measure it, then measured that against the skirts. After I found a few I set the belt down, and this old guy came over and asked about the belt, and I told him he could have it (I already have a few that look basically the exact same as it). It just gets me thinking about the strange small ways our experiences are connected. Side note: when I was checking out they told me the store was a nonprofit to raise money for various medical needs, so now I get to feel good about my blatant overzealous consumerism.
 
-The day of the event, I woke up around 8am, it took 2 hours to get ready, and when I went outside my car was gone. I called the number on the sign of the parking lot, and it turns out it was towed because I had accidentally parked in a reserved spot the night before, not noticing that it was reserved. I texted my friend who I was supposed to pick up from the metro, and he suggested that I use public transit to get to the lot where they towed it, and he would take the metro to a different stop closer to the lot while he was waiting. So there I was, with my full makeup and Renn Faire costume, walking to the bus stop. Thankfully I had a pink flowery hat to block out the sun, and plenty of water bottles. Magic Earth (which I use instead of Google Maps) has good support for public transit and told me which route to take and the bus arrival times, so I got to there within 45min.
+The day of the event, I woke up around 8am, it took 2 hours to get ready, and when I went outside my car was gone. I called the number on the sign of the parking lot, and it turns out it was towed because I had accidentally parked in a reserved spot the night before, not noticing that it was reserved. (UPDATE: A few months later they repainted the "reserved" text on the pavement, so I feel vindicated that it was too faint to see.) I texted my friend who I was supposed to pick up from the metro, and he suggested that I use public transit to get to the lot where they towed it, and he would take the metro to a different stop closer to the lot while he was waiting. So there I was, with my full makeup and Renn Faire costume, walking to the bus stop. Thankfully I had a pink flowery hat to block out the sun, and plenty of water bottles. Magic Earth (which I use instead of Google Maps) has good support for public transit and told me which route to take and the bus arrival times, so I got to there within 45min.
 
 When I got to the lot, the lady at the desk asked for my license, payment, etc. Then she said "I love your outfit by the way" and I told her I was going to a Renn Faire, and she said she wished she could go. When I told my friend later, he said I should have been like "Well then, can I have a discount on the towing cost?" which I don't think would have been appropriate but is a funny thought at least. That dang fee was expensive for such a silly mistake of not noticing a reserved spot. But we all tell ourselves these things until you are the person who comes home to see their reserved spot taken and wonders how someone messes up something so simple, like "bruh, it says reserved, why did you park there, I need to unload these groceries" or whatever.