Dude, Where's My Car?

So last Friday (yes, as in one week ago today) I went to happy hour with Jimbo, Holly, and Jenn. My friend Kelly and her husband Jordan joined us. Also with us were two dogs, Maddie and Rocky. We all had a good time and few drinks, and we ended up leaving around 11pm. Seeing as it was a good long happy hour and Kelly's husband had met us there, she decided she shouldn't drive and would leave her car and just go home with him.

Monday, Kelly came to school driving the bright yellow Mustang Roush that they don't really drive anymore because they are trying to sell it and don't want anything to happen to it. She laughingly told me that as she was leaving for work that morning, she realized she still hadn't picked up her car. We had a laugh over it and that was that.

Today is Friday. She is still driving the Mustang. Her car is still sitting (she hopes) in the parking lot of the mall that is across the street from the bar. We are going to get it today. We have taken bets on whether it is still there or not. I say it was towed, Weezie says it is there but ticketed, and Kelly thinks it is there same as she left it. You want in?