I went and got coffee at Starbucks with the excuse that I already packed my coffee maker, coffee, filters, life, etc. On the way back I popped into my apartment's office to ask them a question about moving. And here's what I got:
Disclaimer: everyone that works in this office is horrible (except one kinda sweet girl) and this has been the worst place I've ever lived, they have the strictest visitor spot policy in the world. I wouldn't even refer my worst enemy.
Me: Hiiiii! I have a question about moving next week. I'll have a Uhaul Sunday night to pack up and leave Monday morning, just wanted to check and see where I should park it?
Life Ruiner: Hmmmm (stares up at her supervisor, who is the queen of all evil)
Me: Well since school has been out, it's pretty empty around my building so there are plenty of spaces I could use so it doesn't stick out in the parking lot.
Life Ruiner: It's definitely going to need to be in a visitor spot.
Me: A 26 FOOT UHAUL IN A VISITOR SPOT?
Life Ruiner: You should try to park it in a row of visitor spots.
Me: On a Sunday night? You think there will be a row of visitor spots available?
Life Ruiner: Sorry, I mean they're really strict about that here.
I gave them a death look and as I walked out noted that it wasn't going to happen and if my Uhaul gets towed the night before I have move they'll never hear the end of it. Are you kidding me? Hopefully I won't have to post about any missing trucks next week...