My wife and I went to see Moulin Rouge for our anniversary. We decided we would spend the night after the show at a pretty nice hotel. So we checked in prior to the show. I handed my keys to the valet and she and I checked into our room.
The venue was about three blocks from the hotel so we walked over and back, on the way back I saw my car parked in the side street that ran next to the hotel.
The next morning we checked out, I picked up my keys, walked out the side door of the hotel and opened the door for my wife. “What the fuck is that smell?”
I walked around, and got in the interior smelled awful. Then it dawned on me. The valet didn’t know how to drive a stick, and had done his best to fry my clutch.
That was why it was parked so close. He couldn’t get it too the garage.
My wife and I went to see Moulin Rouge for our anniversary. We decided we would spend the night after the show at a pretty nice hotel. So we checked in prior to the show. I handed my keys to the valet and she and I checked into our room.
The venue was about three blocks from the hotel so we walked over and back, on the way back I saw my car parked in the side street that ran next to the hotel.
The next morning we checked out, I picked up my keys, walked out the side door of the hotel and opened the door for my wife. “What the fuck is that smell?”
I walked around, and got in the interior smelled awful. Then it dawned on me. The valet didn’t know how to drive a stick, and had done his best to fry my clutch.
That was why it was parked so close. He couldn’t get it too the garage.
Lol, wow! It’s hard to believe someone can drive cars for a living and not know how to drive a stick.