ONLINE ONLY: Car-mic retribution

I'm sorry. Fates -- consider this my formal apology.\nI did something really bad, and I know it has caught up with me. The karma police have come, and they've come for me.\nI live far away, and I have to take the C Bus to campus. On days when I was running late, I would park at the Jordan Crossing complex lot. Thanks for my distaste for the C Bus, I began to "run late" a lot and parked illegally every time. I started just parking there every day, leaving my car there from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. I did this for about a month, maybe a month and a half. I won't lie; I began to feel above the law.\nAround this time, I began parking in the Pizza Express lot on 10th Street next to the Student Recreational Sports Center when I would go to the library. These people are kidding about towing me, I thought. I mean, if they haven't towed me yet, why would they start now?\nI was wrong. The week before Thanksgiving, I was walking back to my car in the Jordan Crossing lot -- and found no car. It had been towed. Eighty of my hard-earned bucks went to the impound lot in exchange for my Toyota Corolla, but, worse, my parking spot was taken from me forever.\nAt least I still had Pizza Express -- or so I thought. I've just started seeing someone and, for some reason, a few days after the Jordan Crossing fiasco, we exchanged cars for the night. I parked his car the following morning at the Pizza Express lot while I finished a research paper in the stacks. He came to meet me, and when we went to go get his car -- lo and behold -- it was gone. We saw the sign that read, "Car missing?" with a phone number of the impound lot below. No, my car's not missing, I thought. My car was taken by you, you shady impound jerks who only take cash. And this impound lot asked $110 in exchange for his car. Great.\nOn top of the sting of having my checking account decimated by the cost of having two cars towed in a week, I had gotten someone else's car towed -- someone in front of whom I was hoping to maintain some semblance of normalcy, perhaps even someone I wanted to impress. Needless to say, getting someone's car towed is not only not impressive, I would go as far as to call it downright humiliating. OK, I get it, I thought. Stop parking illegally. Fates, I hear you loud and clear.\nI thought I had paid my karmic penance -- then I woke up Monday morning, got in the shower and felt a blinding pain in my side. Yup. I ruptured an ovarian cyst and spent all week on painkillers.\nI don't know what I did to deserve this, so I am just apologizing now for everything. So Fates, get off me. I'm sick of being hassled.