I had my first encounter with the crazies who call themselves entertainment photographers - aka Papparazi.
Reese Witherspoon and husband Ryan Phillippe brought their two children to a child's birthday party where I was valeting. They pulled up and rolled down the window to say, "That's a photographer behind us, can we just pull into the driveway?" I quickly cleared them a spot in the driveway of the house.
The photographer in the huge, white SUV behind them cut off traffic on the two-lane street, nearly hit another car (not to mention my valet girls), and rammed his car up against a curb. He jumped out of the SUV and ran around to begin taking pictures as Reese and daughter escaped their car, never turning around to face the street. Ryan unloaded the baby from the carseat in the back and did the same.
I apologized that it wasn't a faster maneuver, but Reese was too sweet. "No biggie," she said with a smile. And even though I had every intention of leaving their car parked in the driveway, Ryan handed me his keys just in case we needed to move it for some reason.
After the couple and their children entered the birthday party, the obnoxious photographer proceeded to repark his vehicle. Because we had valeted several cars by that point, all of the legal parking anywhere near the house was taken. So, the fellow decided to park illegally on a red curb just in front of the house. His intent was to sit and wait until Reese, Ryan and the kids came back out of the house to drive away.
We were terribly annoyed with the guy for 1) making safe views of the street difficult for our drivers since he was in the red, 2) nearly causing an accident and jeopardizing our safety when running across the street in his haste to snap a shot, and 3) just plain being rude!
So.............. we called parking enforcement on the guy!
He he he
On an entirely different subject, I just have to tell about my friend Diana... whom I have decided is the female Beastmaster. I swear she is.
Dogs respond to her glances. Cats think she is catnip. Birds fly into her window and hang out for a few days at a time. And the latest... I just have to share this.
She was sitting in her apartment watching tv when she suddenly sensed another being... and not the akita named Zacky that resides her.
Somehow, she knew there was a living creature beneath her salt shaker. So, cautiously, she lifted the salt shaker and discovered a roach laying on its back. Initially, her reaction was, "You gotta go, buddy!"
But then, she decided that she just couldn't kill him. She thought, "I don't know what his situation is."
His situation.
She said she didn't know if he had lost his family... or if he was all alone... if he had gotten stuck trying to find food...
It's okay to laugh here. It's with her, not at her. She knows this thought is borderline... well, she knows. But still, she just couldn't bring herself to kill the roach.
She tried using a piece of paper to help turn him onto his stomach so that he could get away. But the roach simply refused to help himself. Instead, he chose to lay on his back. Diana figured the roach knew it was his time and had decided he was ready to go... and that's why he didn't even try.
Since she had already decided she couldn't kill him, she decided to let God decide when it was time for the roach to die.
So, Diana left the roach on its back for three days. Finally, the roach died on his back and she could get rid her apartment of him.
Yeah.
But what gets me the most - she didn't know "what his situation was."
A roach.
And don't think I'm making fun of Diana, because I'm not. We laughed about this for sometime. She knows it's funny. But that's who she is. It's great. She's the Beastmaster!
By the by!!! If that stupid photographer did snap any pictures worth using, it's very likely that you'll see some of us Valet Girls in them... so watch the celeb-gossip magazines or the tabloids! I'm the one dressed as Pippi Longstockings with braided pig-tails standing out from my head. (The birthday party was also a costume party since it was Halloween weekend).
Reese Witherspoon and husband Ryan Phillippe brought their two children to a child's birthday party where I was valeting. They pulled up and rolled down the window to say, "That's a photographer behind us, can we just pull into the driveway?" I quickly cleared them a spot in the driveway of the house.
The photographer in the huge, white SUV behind them cut off traffic on the two-lane street, nearly hit another car (not to mention my valet girls), and rammed his car up against a curb. He jumped out of the SUV and ran around to begin taking pictures as Reese and daughter escaped their car, never turning around to face the street. Ryan unloaded the baby from the carseat in the back and did the same.
I apologized that it wasn't a faster maneuver, but Reese was too sweet. "No biggie," she said with a smile. And even though I had every intention of leaving their car parked in the driveway, Ryan handed me his keys just in case we needed to move it for some reason.
After the couple and their children entered the birthday party, the obnoxious photographer proceeded to repark his vehicle. Because we had valeted several cars by that point, all of the legal parking anywhere near the house was taken. So, the fellow decided to park illegally on a red curb just in front of the house. His intent was to sit and wait until Reese, Ryan and the kids came back out of the house to drive away.
We were terribly annoyed with the guy for 1) making safe views of the street difficult for our drivers since he was in the red, 2) nearly causing an accident and jeopardizing our safety when running across the street in his haste to snap a shot, and 3) just plain being rude!
So.............. we called parking enforcement on the guy!
He he he
On an entirely different subject, I just have to tell about my friend Diana... whom I have decided is the female Beastmaster. I swear she is.
Dogs respond to her glances. Cats think she is catnip. Birds fly into her window and hang out for a few days at a time. And the latest... I just have to share this.
She was sitting in her apartment watching tv when she suddenly sensed another being... and not the akita named Zacky that resides her.
Somehow, she knew there was a living creature beneath her salt shaker. So, cautiously, she lifted the salt shaker and discovered a roach laying on its back. Initially, her reaction was, "You gotta go, buddy!"
But then, she decided that she just couldn't kill him. She thought, "I don't know what his situation is."
His situation.
She said she didn't know if he had lost his family... or if he was all alone... if he had gotten stuck trying to find food...
It's okay to laugh here. It's with her, not at her. She knows this thought is borderline... well, she knows. But still, she just couldn't bring herself to kill the roach.
She tried using a piece of paper to help turn him onto his stomach so that he could get away. But the roach simply refused to help himself. Instead, he chose to lay on his back. Diana figured the roach knew it was his time and had decided he was ready to go... and that's why he didn't even try.
Since she had already decided she couldn't kill him, she decided to let God decide when it was time for the roach to die.
So, Diana left the roach on its back for three days. Finally, the roach died on his back and she could get rid her apartment of him.
Yeah.
But what gets me the most - she didn't know "what his situation was."
A roach.
And don't think I'm making fun of Diana, because I'm not. We laughed about this for sometime. She knows it's funny. But that's who she is. It's great. She's the Beastmaster!
By the by!!! If that stupid photographer did snap any pictures worth using, it's very likely that you'll see some of us Valet Girls in them... so watch the celeb-gossip magazines or the tabloids! I'm the one dressed as Pippi Longstockings with braided pig-tails standing out from my head. (The birthday party was also a costume party since it was Halloween weekend).
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