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Ode to the valet...

Nov. 5th, 2007 | 10:12 am
mood: curiouscurious

I just returned from a conference in St. Louis. We had quite the experience there... I'll continue filling in the blog with stories from it. But now, one of my favs.

What is the role of a valet? Dictionary.com defines it as "an attendant who parks cars for patrons at a hotel, restaurant, etc." No other tasks. Just park your car. Simple enough right? If you can drive, you can usually be a valet. (But PLEASE know how to drive a stick. Thats so annoying when your job is to drive and you don't know how to use some cars!)

So, we were at this conference where most of us stayed at the hotel where we were meeting. One of my clients was not able to get a room so he stayed a few blocks away. He had a rental car to get back and forth.

The first day, he valeted his car at the conference hotel. We did the whole meeting thing all day, took a cab to dinner, and were going to drive somewhere for a few drinks. The valets were slow in bringing the car around so we decided we would have a few drinks at the hotel bar. We just thought it was them being slow, no real concern.

When he was ready to leave, he asked the valets to bring his car around. They parked cars in a parking tower a block away. Shouldn't take long to get the car, right?

Haha, WRONG! He waited for a substantial amount of time (25+ minutes) before he decided to just cab it back. 15 other people who came after him had already received their cars. Yes, 15. Ridiculous.

The next day, he was pretty steamed about not having a car and having to take a taxi back and forth. That was the whole point of the rental. He was going to leave for the day and had to battle to valets yet again. He gave them 25 minutes to find his car. When the time frame was up, he questioned why they didn't have his car. Turns out the kid who parked it originally didn't write down where he put it. How do you do that? Your sole job is to park the car and retrieve it later.

In the end, the car was found. We all had some laughs about it. But it is still crazy that something like that could even happen!

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9 Things I Hate About Everyone

Feb. 28th, 2007 | 11:35 am
mood: amusedamused

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the
time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I
point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2 People who are willing to get off their ass to search
the entire room for the T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the
T.V. and change the channel manually.

3 When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake
and eat it too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?

4 When people say "it's always the last place you look".
Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've
found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!

5 When people say while watching a film "did you see
that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the
damn floor.

6 People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't
really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?

7. When something is 'new and improved!' Which is it? If
it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an
improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't
be new.

8 When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life
is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's
longer?

9 When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has
the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?

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Adventures in Stupidity

Feb. 28th, 2007 | 11:15 am
mood: nostalgicnostalgic

My goal with this blog is to update you on all my adventures in stupidity. This happens constantly for me so I hope I know what I'm getting myself into...

I'll start off small here... a while back, my sister-in-law moved to Illinois from Florida. She was in the car in my brother, approaching a toll booth. When she saw the signs for automatic or manual, she asked my brother, "Why do they separate you by what kind of car you drive?!?" Yes, this is a true story.

I love my sister-in-law but she has her moments... And it makes for good blogging!

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