I honestly believe that the feeling you get when you’ve just realized your car has been towed, is very close to the feeling you get when you find out that one of your children or close relatives have been abducted/kidnapped.
Lets think about it:
You go outside looking around to find your car.
Pretty soon you call your friends and family, to make sure no one has seen or taken your car.
When that fails you begin to accept that your car isn’t coming back.
So you call it in.
Eventually, your on the phone with someone from the Parking authorities ,telling you that you have a certain amount of time to pay back the city what you owe, or you’ll never see your car again. After you pay, (assumming you want your or car/child back) deep inside you know that your car will never be the same after such a traumatizing experience. ( People who’ve had their car towed understand that I mean this both literally and metaphorically)
And just like that, your car has as been abducted, bounty and time allowance decided. Your only choices being: Pay or never see your child (I mean car) again.
Makes me wish Laim Nelson didn’t only save helpless white women.