I was working a wedding at a historical venue in Southern California on a very rainy day in December. While I don’t get many December weddings I really love them because you get a wedding and all the accoutrements of Christmas to boot.
Like almost every historic property in Southern California, the parking at this venue was terrible but the bride was an outstanding planner and had taken care of every detail including making sure that there were plenty of valet parking attendants on hand. The guests only had a short walk in the wet weather to get to the front door so there was almost no inconvenience whatsoever and they were treated to a really well thought-out reception.
Now I’m not the biggest fan in the world of valet parking. Here you have this very valuable and personal possession, your car, and you hand it some guy who just happens to have a red jacket on. But this was one instance where valet parking really made sense.
The venue I was working at was perched above a grassy hill and overlooked the ocean below. The guests pulled up a long driveway to the valets and that’s where the problems started. You see, nobody posted a “slippery when wet” sign on the grass so as the mother of the groom left her car with our red-coated guys and anxiously went to participate in her son’s reception, the valet zipped her car down the grassy knoll and lost control of it.
The fortunate thing in this circumstance is that large pilings prevented the car from actually going into the ocean but the stop at the bottom of the long and slippery slope was an abrupt one and likely totaled the Dodge. Just as our driver was stepping out of the remains of the mother-of-the-groom’s car the bridal party arrived in their limousine.
Fortunately all the staff was professional and it wasn’t until the end of the affair that anyone was clued in to where mom’s car had been towed to.
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