Last night i went to dinner with my cousins, and since everywhere you go in Brentwood, you need to valet your car, i obliged before walking into California Pizza Kitchen.
On our way out, the Valet indicated my keys were in the ignition, and to have a nice day. When i got to my car, they werent there. After a few minutes of getting the run around, i realized NOBODY had them. They had lost my keys. The valet, whose soul job in like is to not lose your keys, couldnt find them.
It turned out that one of the valets working earlier in the night had put them in his pocket. It took him an hour to drive back to the Valet from whatever run down slum that he lived in. I was pissed.
My Altima is too nice to valet anymore. I guess i can't really blame a guy for wanting to get a piece of it
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