>Best Worse Case Scenario EVER.

>So last night I met some friends for drinks and dinner at this FABULOUS hidden restaurant/bar. I mean, this place was a real stunner of a joint, somewhere I definitely plan on going again and again. It was pretty packed and we didn’t have dinner reservations (they’re pretty hard to come by last minute), so we chilled in the lounge area and had drinks and ate while sitting on some cute little velvet stool/square thingies. I don’t drink very much (anymore). I’ve never been a sot or much of a drinker at all, only socially when the occasion arose, but I don’t even do much of that either (suffice it to say the last time I had one martini too many, there was lots of foolishness, giggling, drunk dialing of exes, and some public heaving at The Coffee Shoppe in Union Square in NYC that embarrassed the heck out of my friends, followed by a morning-after cross-country flight spent in a hangover mode that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy). So I simply don’t indulge. But last night I had two very mild-but-tasty Midori Sours

…that were caps on what was already a most excellent meal (superb calamari and an exquisite hot pot special filled with delicious seafood delights).

The evening ended and we said our goodbyes, handed our tickets to the valet to await our cars, and got ready to head home. I slipped the valet a nice tip, got behind the wheel, prepared to pull off from the curb, and checked my side mirror to make sure no traffic was coming and I could safely ease onto the road. That’s when I noticed I couldn’t see anything coming. It’s kind of hard to when there’s nothing to see it out of:

It was just hanging there by a proverbial (well, literal) thread, bringing my good feelings to an instant halt. I just bought this car in January and now this. I got out of the car, told the guy in charge of valet parking my side view mirror was jacked up and wasn’t like that when I arrived, he got a form for me to fill out, gave me his card, cell number, and the name of the head guy to talk to about having it taken care of. I drove away, trying to avoid thinking about that eyesore hanging off the side of my car, having a jaded, sinking feeling that when I called the valet company the next day that I would be met with hostility and contrariness. I got home, crawled into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and disappeared into dreams of anything but that hanging side view mirror.

I called the valet company this morning around 9:20ish. No lie, people, the head guy, Brad, not only was expecting me, he was incredibly kind, apologetic, and expeditious. He got the details of my car from me, called the car dealership while we were on the phone and had me on the three-way with him, made arrangements for me to take my car over today, agreed to pre-pay the dealership for the work they would be doing, said he would reimburse me for any taxi costs I incurred as a result of the car being in the shop, and generally took care of me beyond any expectations I could have ever imagined. It was the best case of customer service I’ve experienced in YEARS. He was extraordinary. I was off the phone with him by 9:33am. It totally restored my faith in people and valet parking in general (because you know if it had gone badly, I was never going to valet park anywhere ever again…I’ve already had at least four bad valet parking incidents in my lifetime, all theft-related). Well, Brad was just the best, and I just want to say his name over and over again, so that’s what I’m going to do…

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BRAD IS THE BOMB!!!!

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I deliberately didn’t say the name of the restaurant where I dined, nor the name of Brad‘s company. All of that is irrelevant. Just suffice it to know that there is still good in the world, and all valet services aren’t shady, and BRAD IS THE BOMB!!!

For real.

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