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I did some valet work right after college to supplement my income and have tons of funny and sucky moments.
In valet we get to drive just about any imaginable car under the sun, Lamborghinis', Aston Martins', Ferraris', etc. w/the exception of some we just don't see. Anyways here's a story about a guest at a party who I heard about. Our first encounter w/him I heard second hand and the other I saw personally.
He wasn't sucky, just a victim of a sucky valet.
Customer: Asian Porsche owner
Supervisor: A
Valet: T
First is the second hand story. This story is legendary within the company as the valet who got the APO's MANUAL Porsche was a happy stoner akin to Kenny from "Half Baked". Said valet, goes to get the car and brings it back. On the way he got stuck on a hill, but he had it in 3rd gear when it should have been in 1st. He tried over and over to get up the hill, but couldn't and ended up being engulfed by a cloud a smoke. The supervisor, A, had been trying to field the guests questions about where his car was as it had been at least 10 minutes since he gave her his claim ticket for his car.
Supervisors usually have radios to communicate with shuttles and others sups, but she wasn't able to contact the valet since we don't carry radios as runners. Anyways A hands her radio over to one of the other valets who was posted up where she was and went down to see what the hold up was. She gets down the bottom of the hill and can smell something burning. T had totally burnt out the guest's clutch leaving the Porsche inoperable. She tells A to just make himself ghost and not make himself known or seen by the guest. He starts apologizing perfusively and starts pacing.
A tries to get the car going, but the clutch is totally shot. She's on her way to go back up and tell the guest what happened and apparently he was super PISSED but took it like a champ. No SC outburst at all. Bravo the guy was a saint about it. Beforehand though, T decided to take it upon himself to go up and apologize to APO and tell him what happened before A got to see him. APO FLIPPED HIS LID
A gets back up top and through her teeth tells T to "get the f*ck away" and basically hide. A informs the guest that the company will tow his Porsche and fix his clutch free of charge on the company's insurance. The company gets him a rental car and everything is good....
Until...
Fast forward to about 2 years later. We're working a private party for a real estate developer at his home and celebrities are abound and the SAME guest is there. He's not a celeb from what I know, but is someone who attends various parties. Maybe a socialite, I don't know. Anyways, people are leaving in large numbers and I'm in a shuttle w/other valets going to get guests cars.
This new guy gets a Porsche and is ecstatic about it. Big deal we get better. He seems a bit iffy and I offer to take it. I ask him does he knows how to drive stick and he says yea. Me being all about letting others have fun and feel confident about themselves ask him was he sure. He changes his mind and we swap back keys. Now note, I had no idea that this was the same guys' car. Nor was I present during the first story so I didn't know it was the same legendary victim.
As we get out of the shuttle, a sudden random feeling of dread comes across me as I look at the Porsche parked on the side of the road. The new guy was fumbling w/the keys but gets in. Something was telling me that he was gonna mess something up, but it was just a feeling at the time. I get my guests' car, Paula Abdul's Ranger Rover, and head back up to the house.
Once there I'm waiting in line behind other valets that have brought cars up and I can smell something burning. A burnt clutch has a VERY distinctive smell and once you smell it, an "oh shit" thought will come across your mind if it's your car or anyone elses. I see the same brand new looking Porsche sitting up top smelling like pure burnt out trash.
I get my guest their car and they go on their way. I couldn't catch the conversation between A and the guest, but A had to deal with the same customer AGAIN. I felt so bad for her because she had to deal w/the situation both times. All I know is APO was past super PISSED
he was whatever the second highest form of anger there is just below wrath. This guy was so angry he didn't know what to do with himself. He was so angry he was pacing and speaking two different languages. I would say a cross between English and Chinese, Chinglish, I would assume. The smell of this man's clutch was ATROCIOUS. 
I don't know what happened afterwards much, but I remember when I walked past APO before I knew it was him he was fuming and asking me WTF was wrong w/the other idiot valets I worked with. He had a wad of cash in his hand apparently for us, but stuffed it back in his pocket and said if I had of taken his car it would have been mine
He was yelling for the owner of the company who is at many of our party gigs making his presence known since he knows his customers (the party throwers). He asked me to get the owner and I said he had already left about an hour ago and I wouldn't be of any more help than what A gave him and that she'd be more. He basically went into a Tasmanian Devil type rage and would've started pulling out his hair if he could and jumped into his Porsche and speed off saying f*ck *valet company name*.
His clutch was intact thankfully this time around and he swore he would never let another valet take his car EVER.
In valet we get to drive just about any imaginable car under the sun, Lamborghinis', Aston Martins', Ferraris', etc. w/the exception of some we just don't see. Anyways here's a story about a guest at a party who I heard about. Our first encounter w/him I heard second hand and the other I saw personally.
He wasn't sucky, just a victim of a sucky valet.
Customer: Asian Porsche owner
Supervisor: A
Valet: T
First is the second hand story. This story is legendary within the company as the valet who got the APO's MANUAL Porsche was a happy stoner akin to Kenny from "Half Baked". Said valet, goes to get the car and brings it back. On the way he got stuck on a hill, but he had it in 3rd gear when it should have been in 1st. He tried over and over to get up the hill, but couldn't and ended up being engulfed by a cloud a smoke. The supervisor, A, had been trying to field the guests questions about where his car was as it had been at least 10 minutes since he gave her his claim ticket for his car.
Supervisors usually have radios to communicate with shuttles and others sups, but she wasn't able to contact the valet since we don't carry radios as runners. Anyways A hands her radio over to one of the other valets who was posted up where she was and went down to see what the hold up was. She gets down the bottom of the hill and can smell something burning. T had totally burnt out the guest's clutch leaving the Porsche inoperable. She tells A to just make himself ghost and not make himself known or seen by the guest. He starts apologizing perfusively and starts pacing.
A tries to get the car going, but the clutch is totally shot. She's on her way to go back up and tell the guest what happened and apparently he was super PISSED but took it like a champ. No SC outburst at all. Bravo the guy was a saint about it. Beforehand though, T decided to take it upon himself to go up and apologize to APO and tell him what happened before A got to see him. APO FLIPPED HIS LID
A gets back up top and through her teeth tells T to "get the f*ck away" and basically hide. A informs the guest that the company will tow his Porsche and fix his clutch free of charge on the company's insurance. The company gets him a rental car and everything is good....Until...
Fast forward to about 2 years later. We're working a private party for a real estate developer at his home and celebrities are abound and the SAME guest is there. He's not a celeb from what I know, but is someone who attends various parties. Maybe a socialite, I don't know. Anyways, people are leaving in large numbers and I'm in a shuttle w/other valets going to get guests cars.
This new guy gets a Porsche and is ecstatic about it. Big deal we get better. He seems a bit iffy and I offer to take it. I ask him does he knows how to drive stick and he says yea. Me being all about letting others have fun and feel confident about themselves ask him was he sure. He changes his mind and we swap back keys. Now note, I had no idea that this was the same guys' car. Nor was I present during the first story so I didn't know it was the same legendary victim.
As we get out of the shuttle, a sudden random feeling of dread comes across me as I look at the Porsche parked on the side of the road. The new guy was fumbling w/the keys but gets in. Something was telling me that he was gonna mess something up, but it was just a feeling at the time. I get my guests' car, Paula Abdul's Ranger Rover, and head back up to the house.
Once there I'm waiting in line behind other valets that have brought cars up and I can smell something burning. A burnt clutch has a VERY distinctive smell and once you smell it, an "oh shit" thought will come across your mind if it's your car or anyone elses. I see the same brand new looking Porsche sitting up top smelling like pure burnt out trash.
I get my guest their car and they go on their way. I couldn't catch the conversation between A and the guest, but A had to deal with the same customer AGAIN. I felt so bad for her because she had to deal w/the situation both times. All I know is APO was past super PISSED
he was whatever the second highest form of anger there is just below wrath. This guy was so angry he didn't know what to do with himself. He was so angry he was pacing and speaking two different languages. I would say a cross between English and Chinese, Chinglish, I would assume. The smell of this man's clutch was ATROCIOUS. I don't know what happened afterwards much, but I remember when I walked past APO before I knew it was him he was fuming and asking me WTF was wrong w/the other idiot valets I worked with. He had a wad of cash in his hand apparently for us, but stuffed it back in his pocket and said if I had of taken his car it would have been mine
He was yelling for the owner of the company who is at many of our party gigs making his presence known since he knows his customers (the party throwers). He asked me to get the owner and I said he had already left about an hour ago and I wouldn't be of any more help than what A gave him and that she'd be more. He basically went into a Tasmanian Devil type rage and would've started pulling out his hair if he could and jumped into his Porsche and speed off saying f*ck *valet company name*.
His clutch was intact thankfully this time around and he swore he would never let another valet take his car EVER.
Um...I'm sorry sir you said you were good.
He ends up scratching it on something and 
at his own misfortune. Hey buddy we still love you 
Amazing.
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