Living in the Bay Area it is apparent that there are two types of folks: the rich and those whose working lives serves in some manner to pamper the rich. If you aren't spending $200 on dinner for two, chances are you are filling up someone's water glass before the desert menu is circulated… or perhaps you are parking their luxury car. Which brings me to today's little gem. Vintage tags from the "dot com" days.
Many a EVer put beer on the table spending long rainy nights squishing in and out of leather interior. Hopefully folks will hook up some followup posts chronicling some of the misadventures. Such as the time when a local had enough of us poaching all the neighborhood parking—we were really good at our jobs, by the way—and jammed a dog turd under a door handle in retaliation.
Or when we were opening a new restaurant at the Embarcadero and a friend of the owner rolled up in his BRAND NEW BMW, peeled off a $20 and asked that we take care of it. Some brain dead skate rat hopped in and started taking it around the block—which was mistake #1, when someone lays down a decent bill on the way in chances are there's more where that came from, so leave the car up front. After a couple minutes he wheels up to the curb complaining about the half a cup of tobacco juice that he spilled all over the dude's new interior.
The stories go on but get more sordid. More often than not it was "anything but work."
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ReplyDeleteSome might say, Those were the days. Some still may be living them. Whatever the story was, they all had a common thread. "$". WE made it. They gave it up.
ReplyDeleteI remember feeling like every valet spot had their thing. Some were easy with no cash, Some had locals,and then some were hard and you made $. Ours had the stress of Union Square.
Union Square around Christmas was unfathomable to valet park a car. For instance, a patron would drop their car off, go in and eat dinner and the valet would have made one loop around the block in their car and 3 hours would have passed. The patron would come out of the restaurant and their car would just be finishing their first lap.
These were desperate times, and people were desperate during the Christmas rush and traffic. So desperate, the big bills came out. And that's how we did it.
No Ferris bueller.... well that might be another story for a more personal time....
Seldom managed for like a minute at Mecca. All I am saying is the cruiser board with about 75 screw hooks on the bottom. Comp keys anyone? (Why the hell did we call them comp keys anyway? Complementary for us? Don't mind if we do!)
ReplyDeleteSELDOM- VALET POETRY- Hook it up. PLEEEEASSE.
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