Parking Spot Wars

Summary

I’d just gotten back from two weeks of shredding the slopes in Aspen with my best friend.

Around midnight, my phone rang. Someone told me to move my car.

Half-asleep, I figured it was a prank call, mumbled “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” and went back to sleep.

A few minutes later, a man claiming to be a cop called. “Move your car immediately, or we’re having it towed.”

All sleepiness vanished in an instant.

But my car was parked in my own designated spot. Where was I supposed to move it to?