Valet Vent

Minneapolis Water Smells Like Fish!

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 22:35:00 +0000

This is an outrage! Every time I turn on the faucet at my apartment it smells like a damn marina full of dead fish. I have to shower in this shit. Better off being homeless. At least you have your choice of lakes/ponds to wash your stank off. I've got dead fish water. I've never liked Minneapolis tap water, but this is barbaric!

Valet Scams

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 01:30:00 +0000

Well if it isn't John Stossel's protege exposing potential valet scams. Stories like this in the news are why valets have to put up with customers who spend 5 minutes taking their home keys off their key ring. Like I'm going to take your Dodge Neon back to your palace and rummage through your collection of used DVD's. Literally just about anyone could be ripped off while doing anything. The waiter inside could have written down their credit card info and sold it. Nice investigative journalism Chuck. Almost as good as the Fox 9 investigators.

Lewd, Lascivious, Salacious, Outrageous!

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 19:27:00 +0000

Is more or less what my blog has been called by some of the fan mail I've received. I love it though. Don't blame me, I'm just an innocent bystander reporting what I see.

Another night, another fight in Minneapolis

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 22:33:00 +0000

Busy night in Minneapolis. Not so much with parking cars, but there was plenty of foot traffic. I was expecting to see a fight and I wasn't disappointed. There was an Asian fight right at bar close. Cops swarmed and broke it up pretty quickly. Then an hour later, down at Pizza Luce some homeboys started talking shit. About 20-30 hoodrats came running down first ave and started going at it. One of them was filming it on a really nice camera. Wouldn't be surprised if it showed up on YouTube.

A little after bar close, a couple of Asians got in an accident. They decided to just stop at the scene and hold up traffic. Three cops and a firetruck had to show up.

One guy walking down the street asked me "Do you smoke bud?" I'm not sure if he was saying "Do you smoke bud?" or "Do you smoke, bud?" Can't go one damn night without someone trying to bum a cig.

In other news, I've received some entertainment out of tracking the keywords that lead people to find this site in Google. One person searched "Can valets smell weed in cars?" Uhhh, yes they can. And they can see it too when you leave it in your open glove box.

Today I finally cashed in all the ones that I've been collecting. After a handful of decent weekends, I came up with just over $500.

Valet Poetry

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 02:13:00 +0000

Beautiful. I love it. It gets me emotional. Kind of looks like a valet I used to work with. Can't remember his real name but people called him Ammo. He just sat in his car, chain smoked, and supposedly would just dial numbers in the yellow pages. He never got off the phone, which was weird since he looked like the type of guy wouldn't even own a cell phone.

Why I hate Cab Drivers

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 05:48:00 +0000

(from Block E)

Having spent countless nights surrounded by swarming cab drivers in a busy city, it should come as no shock that I categorically hate cab drivers. This isn't a racist or unsubstantiated claim. It comes from night after night after night of watching these r-tards operating motorized vehicles.

What it comes down to is that they are horrible drivers. Awful. Granted most of them are probably pretty good for 3rd world Somalia, but that's no excuse. This is America. Get up to par or get in a call center. I realize that driving a cab is the bottom of the ladder for driving jobs in the service industry, but is this really the best society can do? Taxi drivers are the skidmark on the underpants of the service industry.

The breakdown:

- They suck at driving...which is what they get paid to do. I've seen numerous cabs turn down the wrong way on one ways. I've seen them rear end cars. I've seen them run reds and almost t-bone cars. And I've seen them almost hit a few pedestrians.

- They drive slow and seldom use their turn signal.

- They are constantly on their cell phones or blue tooth talking to their cousin back in Somalia. Have no idea what they are talking about.

- They're vultures. Whenever someone stands at a street corner and raises their hand for a cab, three of them cut across traffic, pop out of their car, and yell at the person to hop in.

- They are always asking for change. Cab drivers get pissed when I refuse to exchange money with them. One even asked me to take a $100 into the restaurant to get change. Ha!

- They clogged the valet zone. "One minute, one minute...d'ell be out." This generally means at least 10 minutes.

People get pissed and ornery when trying to get a cab at bar close. No idea why. If I had a choice between taking a cab or riding shotgun with someone at a .12bac I would pick the drunk every damn time. At least the drunk will be hyper focused on making sure they are driving okay, while the cab driver will be yapping on his phone in a foreign tongue drifting in and out of lanes.

For these reasons and so many more, are why I have come to hate cab drivers.

10 Things Valets Hate

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 04:42:00 +0000

The Top 10 things I hate hearing:

- "You too!" This is typically said after I say "Have a good time" as the customer walks into the restaurant. The colder it is the more I hate this response. I hate it even when it's warm out because it is so canned. Just smile, nod, and walk into the restaurant.

- "Don't go off joyriding!" This is typically said when the driver has a shitty car. The shittier the car the more likely they are to say this. "Uhhh...it's a fucking minivan that smells like cat piss with wrappers from 5 different fast food chains in it."

- "I'm so sorry! I don't have any cash on me!" Really? How about you act like an adult and carry at least $10 on you? And cut the sorry bullshit. Are you sorry enough go to an atm 20 feet away?

- "Do you know how to drive one of these?" This is likely in reference to the Prius, which looks like a gay spaceship driven by a smug ass. Break is on the right, gas on the left...like every single other car. There is nothing special about it. The Lexus hybrids never made a celebration out of it, neither should you.

- "Take good care of it!" Is a reminder necessary for your 1998 Honda Accord?

- "Do you have a dollar for the bus?" or "Do you have a cig?" Both are annoying and both happen on an almost nightly basis downtown.

- "Run Forrest run!" Mostly said by people around Block E in Minneapolis. I wonder how many of them have actually seen Forrest Gump? 2% tops?

- "You have a cold job!" No shit. When it's below 10 degrees I hear this about 5 times a night. This phrase is basically a euphemism for "Wow...your job must suck tonight."

- "Yeah, I had the Porsche." Har dee har har. It never gets old for people to say they have a nice car instead of a rusted Buick Lesabre. So original. Like I don't hear that at least once a week.

- "Do you have change for a $5?" This is worst when it happens at nice restaurants that offer freeeeeee valet parking. "Uhhhh it will cost you at least $5 to park in a cold ramp. Park your own damn car if you need to get change for a $5 so you can tip $2."

Dogs

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 08:23:00 +0000

I'm a big fan of finding dogs in cars. Tonight I found my favorite dog so far. Just couldn't stop licking my hand.

I'm off probation!

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 16:34:00 +0000

After a year of no "drivng violations" I am off probation for a chicken shit ticket that I got. It happend a year ago while driving downtown, I got a ticket for not using my turn signal...on a Sunday evening...in a Prius. The ticket never went on my record but I had to make a $140 donation to the city of Minneapolis. Thanks Minneapolis.

Big Al goes to Jail

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 23:00:00 +0000

Not surprised that Al Jefferson got a DWI. I wouldn't be surprised if any of the Minnesota Timberwovles got a DWI. The team blows and they love to party. I remember last year when they came into a night club, got liquored up, and then hung out in their cars for 10 minutes in the valet zone at bar close while all the valets kept telling them they had to move.

I would have preferred another player got the DWI though - either Randy Foye or Mike Miller if he was still around. Just parked Big Al's car a few weeks ago and he tipped $20. Randy Foye and Mike Miller almost never tip - and if they do it's a pathetic amount. Personally, I'd like to see the Timberwolves demoted to the WNBA until they can earn their way up. At least those games would bring in some fans and put meat in the seats.

Well isn't that funny

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 04:19:00 +0000

If you type in the name of my former employer into Google, Google suggests adding "lawsuit" after the company name. Well how about that? Why would it do that? Especially to such a reputable company.

Stuck in Minneapolis

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 17:25:00 +0000

Was I right or was I right? I called that I would see a fight last night and come 2:10am, I was watching one take place right in front of the car I was returning. Two chicks just trading blows on the sidewalk. The fight didn't last very long as a cop hosed down each of them individually with mace.

Traffic was extraordinarily bad last night. The decision to turn 1st ave and Hennepin into two-way streets is one of the worst the city of Minneapolis has made - at a cost of $3 million to the taxpayer. The reasons for the switch from their website:

Hennepin and First avenues, two major streets in downtown Minneapolis, have switched from one-way to two-way streets. The conversion help make Downtown more accessible for many folks.

* This change is a key step in revitalizing Hennepin and First avenues and making them even more vibrant “main streets” for Minneapolis that showcase what’s best about our city.
* Two-way streets give drivers better, more direct access to their destinations, leading to fewer “around the block” trips.
* With two-way traffic come some important enhancements that make biking and walking Downtown a better option than ever.

Well of course biking and walking are better options than ever. You can get to your destination faster than driving. Guarantee the city never asked for anyones opinion when coming up with this grand plan. No big deal that they are in debt. Why not spend $3 mil to slow down traffic?

Anyways, only one other interesting thing happened last night. After bar close with a packed street of cars stuck in traffic, a dude hopped out of his friends car and just casually started peeing in the middle of the street. I've seen several people pee on the sidewalk and in doorways but never in the middle of the street. Yet to see someone defecate on the street, which apparently has happened before as witnessed by a server.

Fight Night in Minneapolis

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 19:16:00 +0000

I almost expect to see at least one fight while working downtown on the weekend. Maybe 90% of the time. As for seeing a guy yell and ask for his friends to hold him back because he wants to kick someones ass although he'll never actually fight - that is a mortal lock. Happens every weekend.

Last night the fight was between two asian kids and a white kid. All three of them looked like they were 16, but were leaving one of the bars. A lot of yelling went down, friends holding each of them back, until finally they started pushing each other and someone threw a punch. The fight itself was ugly. Bad form all around. Looked like these two soccer players below, just flailing their arms.

After a few slaps/punches were thrown, someone got thrown against a store window that broke. Then all three fell to the ground as the fight was broken up. One of the asian kids hung across the street after the fight yelling for 20 minutes at the white kid who was long gone by then. Eventually the cops showed up and boarded up the window.

Good times.

Valentine's Day in Minneapolis

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 03:22:00 +0000

Valentine's Day was about what I expected - crazy busy with a wide range of people. From the first time diners who didn't tip to a tattooed homeboy who left a big bag of weed sitting out in his open glove box. The night wasn't too hectic, especially considering we made near $25/hr. Oh, and a Timberwolves player tipped $20! I've seen everything now! Hallelujah.

For some reason I thought this was funny. Do you think these rims get him laid?

And how about this license plate I saw while walking to my car after work?

Valentine's Day in the Service Industry

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 17:07:00 +0000

I have a love/hate relationship with working Valentine's Day, which in this case turned out to be a whole weekend. On the one hand, you have a ton of reservations at almost every restaurant, even White Castle. On the other, you get a ton of people for whom this is the only dining outside of Applebee's for the year. And those people have no clue what to do. At most of the nice restaurants, a solid tip of 20% will cost them more than dinner for two at Applebee's, which is why most of them probably tip 10% and still walk out of the restaurant thinking that their tip is going to make the servers night.

Last night I ended up working two shifts, one at a very nice restaurant and one at a hood night club. While we ended up doing really well at the nice restaurant, I saw plenty of 18 year old couples who had no idea what was going on. "Do we just leave the car here?""No we are just here to open your car doors and then tell you to go park yourself, jackass." Most of the under 21 couples stiffed, while everyone else probably tipped a $5 on average.

After that shift, I made my way to a club downtown. Night after night working downtown, I'm amazed by how many skanks brave the cold weather. If I stand still in a sweatshirt, valet coat, long underwear, and two pairs of socks, I start to get cold. The skanks of Minneapolis dress in almost nothing and stand in lines outside of clubs for a good 20 minutes in 10 degree weather. If only they applied that much ambition and dedication to their own life. Although I should note, half of the skanks have plenty of body mass to keep them warm, if ya know what I mean. One of them popped out of the car with her giant boobs hovering just above her bellybutton. She pulled up her shirt to correct the obscenity while I would have vomited if I ate dinner.

Ended up seeing only one fight last night while returning a car. It was outside one the Asian clubs with a huge crowd of onlookers. The cops quickly showed up and one of them causally walked up and tossed a fighting Asian to the ground. I saw another bizarre thing while returning a car - a woman walking around downtown with no pants, just her underwear. And no I didn't enjoy it. She made Precious look like a solid 6. By this time in the night it was under 10 degrees and she seemed to be just casually walking to her car with a guy.

The night ended with a large rush and a large stack of cash in my pocket after two shifts - and I do it all again tonight.

"Excuse me miss....

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 01:59:00 +0000

...you forgot your knife on your seat."

Who sits on a knife? What is the point? Glove box full or something? Minneapolis isn't that rough of a place.

I'd like to say that this stack of ones hasn't been collecting for months, but it's not a bad start. Now I know how all the gangsta's whose cars I park feel. Just snappin necks and cashin checks.

Brrr

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 23:36:00 +0000

It's damn cold outside. Spent 13 hours outside working two different shifts in -10 degree weather. It wasn't too bad thanks to hand warmers in my shoes that lasted a solid 11 hours. While at times I found myself a little cold, I couldn't imagine how all the whorishly dressed ladies braved the elements downtown. Only saw one or two of them take a dive on the ice in their heels, which is a lot fewer than I expected. They mostly stuck with complaining the whole time outside, which is weird since they chose what to wear. Could have worn a coat, pants, long underwear, or any underwear and a hat, but with all that it can be hard to get your drank on in the club. They know what the job takes. How can they find the future father of their illegitimate kid if they dress like an Eskimo? Many were betting the house on whore that night and I'm sure it paid off.

One thing I got to see last night that I haven't in a long time is a fight. Granted, it was a weak fight, but it was still entertaining to watch. Three bouncers from Bootleggers carried a struggling guy out of the bar around 1am. One bar patron kept yelling "What the fuck is your problem man?!" while the weakest bouncer threw a few rib punches at the guy. I'm not sure why he did that since it had no affect on the guy, especially compared to a few seconds later when he was getting stomped on. He got up and walked away while talking shit to the security guards, which is what always seems to happen.

High School Reunion

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 16:29:00 +0000

Long time, no post. I took some time off to go to San Diego for a wedding. Happy to see the love is still out there.

Worked a private party for a High School Reunion recently. It immediately brought to mind this Onion article. It was interesting to watch the people trickle in for the 10 year reunion.

One thing that I noticed halfway through the night, was that the vast majority of people coming in were thin. Only a few people out of over 100 were overweight and not one person was obese. I suppose a few of the cheerleaders who got fat are probably waiting it out for the 15 or 20 year reunion. Although at my high school most of the cheerleaders were fat, so who knows which category they would fit into.

Whatever you like...except a tip

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 23:47:00 +0000

Stumbling upon the song below via Pandora reminded me another person who doesn't tip:

T.I.

A while ago he came into one of the accounts and stiffed the valet. Nada. Another "thug" like 99% of NBA players who don't tip minus Mark Madsen. Although Madsen can dance like thug. I guess it's not that big of a deal that T.I. didn't tip seeing as there is some justice in the world. I'm sure he is having a grand old time in jail right now guarding his turdcutter from his fellow inmates.

The Old Man and the Fart

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 03:31:00 +0000

Whenever I rush a post, like 98% of the ones on this blog, I end up forgetting a few things.

A quick note about fat people:

Last weekend I returned the car for a rather portly lady. She had pretty standard thighs for an obese woman. Nothing too crazy. Yet, as she got into her car, with her belly grazing the steering wheel, one leg was still hanging outside the door. The large creature takes both of her hands, attempts to saddle them around the thigh of the leg hanging out of the car door, and lifts the leg back into the car with her claws. Paralyzed, she was not. Just a Minnesota woman with too much beef on her leg to muster up the strength to move her leg unassisted into the car.

Another thing I've noticed about fat people: they swing their arms an extraordinate amount when they walk. They swing them within the contour of their body, not merely back and forth. You would think with all that movement it would loosen up some of the flab.

Anyways, back to valet.

One thing I learned this past week, is to stop shaving at 6am when I wake up M-F. I went about my business on Tuesday morning, shaving after a few days of growth without thinking about it. Later on in the day around lunch time, I realized I forgot to shave one sideburn. My whole face was completely shaved except one side burn. The stubble wasn't long enough for anyone to really notice, but it was annoying regardless. Kind of like getting a popcorn kernel stuck in your mouth. No one else notices but it still bugs you. Oh, and the next day I forgot to shave again.

Cold hands, Warm shart:
Last night I returned a car for an older couple w/ a female friend. All of them were probably in their mid 70's. As I stand with the drivers door open, one woman sits in the passenger seat, while the other sits in the back. The man driving sets his leftovers in the backseat. Right after he shuts the back door, he lets out a loud rippling fart. Without skipping a beat, he says thank you, hands me a tip, gets in the car and drives off. I had a few immediate reactions to this.

1. I'm not at all surprised he farted. Out to dinner with two women? Of course he has to fart. He probably built up enough gas over the course of dinner to fart his way home.

2. I am surprised that he had no reaction to the fart. Not even a smile, a quick apology, or even an embarrassed look on his face. He was expressionless. Just business as usual.

3. He may have farted outside the car out of courtesy to his guests, but there is no way he had time to unhitch the trailer before getting back in the car. He definitely carried that one in. If the thought counts, kudos to him, but it if the car smells like stale roast beef, his careless act is to blame.

Drunk people and valet bingo

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 18:03:00 +0000

Recently I had the pleasure of valeting a little concert put on a local radio station. The crowd was mostly comprised of "hip" 30 or 40 somethings and about 1/5th lezbo. It shouldn't be that hard to guess which station it was for.

We ended up parking somewhere around 200 cars for the event. At the end of the night, most of the concert goers were pretty liquored up. After returning a car, I begin to head back to the lot. Before I could get 5 feet, I noticed a woman lying down near some bushes. She looked like she was probably in her early 40's, dressed fairly nice, and was just taking a nap by some bushes. I noticed the woman at the same time as once of the staff members working at the venue. He asks "Hi miss, can I help you with something?" She responded with a mumbling answer about waiting for someone. I left the guy to figure out what was going on with the woman as I kept returning cars.

45 minutes later, the woman is still lying on the wood-chips near some bushes. The employee is knelled down at her side, trying to talk her into standing up. The car I just brought back, pulls up to the woman and rolls down its window. "Cheryl! Where have you been? Shannon has been looking everywhere for you! Are you okay sweety?" Had my eyes been closed I would have sworn this woman was talking to a toddler who abandoned her mom, gave up all hope, and settled into the fetal position in some woodchips.

Off to the side, I noticed a woman in her early 30's crying. I'm not sure why this always seems to happen. Whenever I work one specific account downtown, there will be a girl crying/passed out up against a brick wall. A friend will be there trying to console her, which only makes things worse by encouraging her to spew out her emotions onto someone.

Some interesting things from the last few weeks:
- A bum whose name I thought was Derrick, is actually Darrell. I see him more often than any other homeless guy. Last time I spotted him, it looked like he was picking up a nice little treat for himself at the liquor store downtown. Who says bums don't get thirsty?

- I witnessed a hit and run. A pos minivan, while switching lanes, put a dent in a parked BMW 7-series. Right after, the minivan paused for a few seconds, and then took off around the corner. It's like they waited just long enough for 7 people to take down their license plate before leaving.

- A dude tried to bail on his $80 tab. I was just standing in the valet zone, when I saw an older guy come flying out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk. The bouncers caught up with him and dragged him back to the club.

- I thought of a valet game that would be very fun to play with people across multiple accounts downtown: valet bingo. An example of a few squares: witness a bum taking cigarettes out of an ashtray, witness an arrest, witness a bus stop with more than 3 white people at it after 8pm, have someone explain how bad they feel because they don't have cash on them, receive quarters for a tip, witness someone urinate on the sidewalk/alley. These are just a few on the many that could be used.

Typical.

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 05:07:00 +0000

Halloween in MPLS

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 03:33:00 +0000

It was a shit show. At the end of the night the streets of Minneapolis were filled with drunk, sad, angry, and crying people. I saw a lot of different costumes with the most popular one being: drunk whore.

My favorite costume was Dick Enrico:

A common theme among the female costumes were heavy set women with little costume. I guess all the extra fat probably helps them brace the October chill. Many of them were as portly was the woman below.

Another interesting note of the week: I ran into a manager from the account where I got fired from. He asked where I had been, I explained the story, and he said it was "bullshit." Shocking...

Pregnant? And the old man and the whiskey.

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 00:43:00 +0000

I had the pleasure of meeting two crazy people this week.

Last night I worked a standard shift. During the downtime, I took my scooter down to Chipotle. Just as I pulled into the parking lot, my back tire went flat. I rolled the scooter across the street to the gas station to put some air into it. After propping up the scooter and getting the air hose ready, I noticed a large woman walking towards the pay phone next to me.

She carried with her a cardboard sign and raggy clothes. Female beggars are a rarity and this beast was no exception. I glance over at her sign that reads something like "Homeless and pregnant, anything helps. God bless." If I were to go out on a hunch, I would guess she wasn't preggo. And that's not just because she was ugly and obese. Claiming that you're pregnant is about the easiest way to pull at the heart strings of the passerby's. Oh and as I read her sign, she lit up a Newport. She was on the phone half talking to someone on the other end as well as mumbling things to me as I worked to inflate my tire. The only thing I heard her say to me was "This isn't good. I shouldn't be smoking while pregnant." She didn't have the most sincere tone and was probably just looking for change to pay for a few more calls. I quickly inflated my tire and headed back to the shift. Leaving the pregnant woman at the pay phone with her Newports and tattooed on eyebrows. Her eyebrows were tattooed staggeringly, so there were about 4 gaps between the ink in each brow. In total each brow consisted of about 4 rectangles. Truly bizarre. At least in two Saturdays she will at least blend in somewhat.

The next crazy I met today at Williams, while watching the Vikings game. While sitting at the bar, an older man, probably in his late 60's sat two stools down from me and a friend. After a few minutes, it was clear he came there to make conversation. He went on the bartender for a few minutes about how nice of a day it was outside and then uttered this gem "On a day like today, you could take a Chinese army, march them 100 miles and they wouldn't break a sweat." The bartender responded with "I don't get it" to which the man replied "I don't either! Sometimes I just say things!" He would keep repeating phrases until the people sitting next to him acknowledge him or gave him an uncomfortable laugh. A few minutes later, a waitress cut between him and another patron to pour a coke from behind the bar. She said to them "Sorry to push you guys around here while I grab this Coke." to which the creepy old man replied "You can push me around anytime you like." This was met with silence. After the waitress left, the old man asked the guy next to him if the waitress heard what he said. "Yeah, I think so." He found solace in his whiskey w/2 ice cubes and liter of Premium.

Can't get enough of the crazies.

Straight Cash Homey

madvalet@gmail.com (El Valet) — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 01:09:00 +0000

Sometimes I think about not valeting anymore. Since I've been working over 40hrs a week in an office, I don't really need to valet. Then I work a night like last Friday and I immediately forget those thoughts.

A brief recap: we parked over 170 cars with three runners. The more notable cars were a Rolls, Audi R8, and a Bentley. The Rolls Royce tipped $100 on the way in and $60 on the way out. A regular from a steak place I used to work at came in. He is the guy with a bad toupee who demands to be left up front. I recognized him and he lit up like a damn Christmas tree when I mentioned his name. He tipped $40. The shift was about 6 straight hours of running.

At the end of the night I walked away with over $200. Not a bad night at all.