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Originally Posted by Terri Kennedy
Years ago (1980's) I and a business partner were at Spring Comdex in Atlanta. Our hotel had valet parking. Drove back from setting up at the show around 1 AM, handed the keys to the valet, got food and crashed.
Next morning, still bleary-eyed, we went to the valet station. Handed over the valet stub. White Ford somethingorother? Yup. Got in the car, drove back to the show. Opened the trunk - no tools inside. The valet stole our tools?!?! Nope - he gave us the wrong car. We figured he'd just adjusted the seat when he parked it and that's why the seat and mirror settings were wrong.
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Yep! Isn’t that the whole shtick in “Meet the Fockers”? A white Taurus, I think…