One warm summer night several years ago I was shooting pool at one of my local hangouts. It was nearing 1 AM, when I got a call from a lady friend of mine. She wanted to see me urgently; her pipes needed servicing. So I jumped into the Camaro I was driving at the time and sped off on my way. Pretty soon I saw red and blue lights flashing behind me. It was a State Trooper, and he stopped me for going 94 in a 65 zone, and arrested me for driving on a supended license. I sat handcuffed in the back of the cruiser waiting for the towtruck. When it arrived, I watched as the driver got into my car and drove it onto the flatbed and attatched the chains (this is an important part of the story). About 24 hours later I was out of jail, and I went to go get my car. I was expecting a bill of about $100 or so, but I was shocked when I saw the statement: $85 for towing, and $200 for special equipment! I asked what "special equipment" they were talking about, and the fat woman behind the counter said that because I had a sports car with spoilers and ground effects, that they needed to use special equipment when loading it to make sure that nothing was damaged. I protested, because I SAW how the car was loaded, and there sure-as-shit was no special equipment involved. But the fat wildebeest stonewalled me, and pointed to a sign on the wall stating that the fees were non-negotiable. Fuck. So I paid and left, flipping them off as I went. Fuck tow truck companies. Fuck 'em all. Focus: Tow truck horror stories. Let's hear them, I know y'all have some. Crown Royal has a good one about one of his friends involving a new Mustang and "the biggest pair of bolt cutters in Canada." Alternate Focus: Do you now, or have you ever worked for a towing company? If so, can you somehow explain to the rest of us why tow truck agencies are such ruthless assholes? Is that a requirement?