call•me•jonah

Valets are humans too. You know and you should respect me. I just ran my legs off to get your car you lazy ass. At least pretend to be grateful. Or give me a five. Or even both. That really makes my day. Once in a while someone will look me in the eye and say “thank you soooo much” as if I just rescued their child from a burning building. I really appreciate that. I’ll even forgive a poor tip for that. But please don’t ignore me for ten minutes while you chat with your friends at the corner and then at the last minute scoop a handful of change from your pocket and expect me to be grateful as you drive off in your gold Lexus.

So here’s the rundown:
1. acknowledge my presence.
2. act like you’re grateful
3. tip generously (no coins please)



In other news, I resucitated my iPod. It hadn’t worked in six months. Simply a matter of replacing the logic board. $30 on ebay. If you ever have a problem with your iPod, ask me. I’m pretty much an expert now. Or just give me your broken iPod. Here’s how to open it up.

So I’m about 2/3 through Blue Like Jazz now. And I love it. I wish I had written it. His style reminds me of Vonnegut on his good days. The illustrations, the self defacing, the humor, the simple, repetitive sentence structures. It’s very personal and very real. I think I’ll move to Portland and meet this guy.