Valet Attendant

One day I parked cars. I parked cars for 200 people. All in all it was a great job, but the only hitch was that I was 14. I learned to drive a car when I was 12, but the extent of my driving experience consisted of doing laps around the roads close to my house in our old pick up truck. Usually the driving included a large quantity of manual labor. I think it was my mom's way of making sure that I did work in exchange for driving practice.

I remember hauling wood one day and on about the 3rd or 4th load, I went to nudge the truck backwards a bit more so I could get closer to the pile and accidentally slammed on the gas. My unexpecting, wood hauling assistant, who was standing behind the truck, luckily threw herself out of the way just in time to see the tailgate of the truck slam in to an upright pole in the center of the shed.

So when I was asked to park cars at the ripe age of 14, you can imagine my surprise. I was further shocked to learn that I would be parking said cars on a large field across the street. At night. I enlisted my friend, we will call her Sally, to assist me. Armed with glow sticks (to help direct traffic), bubble gum and sun flower seeds (to kill time) and a never ending supply of caffeine, we set off to move cars around in a giant ball field.

No cars were crashed. No cars were stolen. I didn't even hear about a car that got dirty.

Success? I think so!

Grade: A