A Day in the Life of a Valet

Patrick was a valet at luxury resort in Charleston.  He had a pretty good life.  He was in college by day, a party-animal by night, and a valet by evening.  His tips allowed him to live in a beach-front house at the ripe, old age of twenty.  The people whose cars he drove were always kind and tipped him nicely.  Until this one day…

It was a December night.  The balmy Charleston air was still.  Rumor had it that music sensation John Mayer had a reservation at the resort for sometime in the upcoming week.  Patrick wasn’t sure about the rumors, but a part of him hoped it was true; he thought it would be cool to hang out with John Mayer, or at least drive his car.

Lost in his thoughts, Patrick hardly noticed a huge tour-bus pull up to the entrance of the hotel.  Was this it?  Could it be?  Several people piled out of the bus – the last of whom was Mr. John Mayer himself.  Patrick felt a huge grin come across his face – celebrities meant good tips.

After the group got all checked in, they asked Patrick if he would help them unload the bus (well, actually they told him to help them unload the bus).  Even though it was not his job, Patrick agreed, partly out of kindness and partly out of the need for a good tip. 

After Patrick had helped the roadie unload everything, from guitars, to a drum kit, to amps, he was so happy to be finished.  John Mayer himself even came outside to the tour bus after everything had been taken inside.  Patrick felt a huge smile spread across his face as he anticipated his tip – or at least a ‘thank you.’  John Mayer just walked on by, without a passing glance.

Ah, such is the life of a valet.

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