The rodeo’s in town. Or so it would seem by the dozens of people walking past 2 Nationwide Plaza as the Mrs and I finish up our yearly dinner at Morton’s (courtesy of the gift card from my generous employer). We like to look at it as pretend money. Since it’s on my boss, we don’t flinch for a second at the $45 steak or $26 salmon. We just order. And split the $8 baked potato. It’s our one time of year where we like to pretend that money doesn’t matter.
As is the custom, we payed the $5 for valet parking.
What we didn’t expect was the added bonus of seeing the valet back into a big red pickup truck.
Yes, you heard right.
He backed into the truck. To be fair, there was a lot of traffic. And the P does look a lot like the R on the dashboard. But dude….c’mon.
Here’s the damage that the camera picked up:
It’s actually kinda funny. The corner of the bumper was actually crumpled in (imagine if an object, say a truck bumper had just pushed in the corner), but as we were standing there, it just made this weird noise and popped back out, a la Christine.
The really funny thing was, as we were waiting for the pimply faced valet to bring our car around in rodeo traffic, both Nancy and I were thinking to ourselves, what would happen if the valet jacked up our car. This kind of thought power needs to probably be contained…it’s just creepy what happens when we both unknowingly think the same thing.
So, 30 minutes later, we were on our way home. With a slight detour to distract us from the recent after-dinner events.
Let’s see….what’s a good way to put it all out of our heads. Yes, I think you’re right. A jaunt to the thrift store is exactly what the doctor ordered.
I vowed to see if the “Thanks Jeff” creepy dead chick t-shirt was still there (it wasn’t. which leads me to ask-who in the hell would buy that??)
So, while my shirt wasn’t there, plenty of comedy gold was.
As if the whole Tickle-Me-Elmo phase wasn’t bad enough…now you have to guess where he’s ticklish?? No. Seriously, no.
No trip would be complete without the “Is it His or Hers?” shirt game.
Until it pops!