I'm one of those guys who doesn't like to valet park my vehicles (ever see Ferris Bueller's Day Off?). Why do we trust our pride-and-joy to some lot monkey just because he's wearing a red vest?!
So Saturday I'm infront of the restaurant dropping off my wife and a cake, and Paco (I'm not being politically incorrect here... that was his name!) tries to hop in to park my rig. "No thanks," I say, "I'll park it myself. " Then he runs to the minivan behind me, hops in the drivers seat and rear-ends me with the damn minivan!
WHAT THE !@#$ !
The "funny" part is that the person who owned the minivan was standing right next to it also... . the valet guy's partner, Juan, pops over and rubs the bumpers with his hands and motions Paco to drive on - and he does - quickly!
Net result: Don't know about the minivan, but I got her paint and rubber off my bumper and there is no damage to my truck..... dang valets!
So Saturday I'm infront of the restaurant dropping off my wife and a cake, and Paco (I'm not being politically incorrect here... that was his name!) tries to hop in to park my rig. "No thanks," I say, "I'll park it myself. " Then he runs to the minivan behind me, hops in the drivers seat and rear-ends me with the damn minivan!

The "funny" part is that the person who owned the minivan was standing right next to it also... . the valet guy's partner, Juan, pops over and rubs the bumpers with his hands and motions Paco to drive on - and he does - quickly!
Net result: Don't know about the minivan, but I got her paint and rubber off my bumper and there is no damage to my truck..... dang valets!