Apropo of nothing...

this has nothing to do with the restaurant industry except that it happened while I was working in a nightclub in Lackawanna, NY.

My first car was a Plymouth Champ which was smaller than a Dodge Dart but served me well and rarely got stuck in the Western NY winters that are so world-wide famous. It had front wheel drive and when it did get stuck it didn't take much to yank it out. But it was an admittedly tiny car. Anyway, I always parked my car in back of the club, so one night when I was reeling drunk out of work at 5 am I couldn't find my car. I complained to the other people I worked with and they pointed out that my car sat on the far side of the parking lot. Of course I knew I didn't park it there, but I thought someone had taken my keys from my purse and moved the car while I worked.

It happened again a couple nights later and it was when I saw the bouncers falling all over themselves with laughter that I found the culprits. But they weren't stealing my keys. They were physically picking the car up and moving it across the lot. I knew my car was small but well, thank god I'm not a guy I guess or I'd have size issues.