Saintlysins
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Some people go to Atlantic City to gamble and win … but most people go to Atlantic City and lose more than just their money, they lose BIG TIME!!! Here’s one way to lose without taking a dime out of your pocket …
I drove down to Atlantic City Saturday while it was raining out. When I first pulled into the Water Club at The Borgata, I was treated like a king. The three Valet Guys were drooling over my new Porsche Turbo Cab (as visions of Ferris Buellers Day Off flashed through my mind, except with them using my sled), so I asked to park it myself. Very obliging, they told me I could park ‘front and center’ against the wall with an AMG SL63 and a Gallardo Spyder where it would be safe and under watch until I returned. I was so relieved I gave a nice tip. Next day, on the way home I stopped for a Starbucks on the Parkway (as we know there’s NO good coffee in A/C) and on the way back to the sled I see something very disturbing … it looks as if the car’s been scuffed all over with a Brillo Pad! As I get closer, it gets worse!!! The whole car is lightly scratched! Hood, fenders, quarters, doors, wing, etc!!!
I screamed at the top of my lungs … WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU_K ! ! !
I must have looked like a freak, it probably looked like I was doing an old Indian Rain Dance as I waved my hands in the air and proceeded to bend, twist, jump, fall to my knees, get back up like a loon and back down again, circling the scuffed sled while sun revealed every little scratch! I don’t remember throwing the coffee (didn’t need caffeine anymore – I was amped up!!) but it seems that’s what got the Security Guy to come over. He wanted me to pick up the empty cup and lid about 10 yards away.
I must have stood there for 10 minutes going round and round the car like a merry-go-round. I realized the car was cleaner than it should be since I drove down in the rain.
Got back in the sled and went back to the Valet.
I took the wrong approach at first … I went in with a fury. They stared at me in disbelief, almost arrogance as nobody would admit to touching the car – this made me more furious, my blood was boiling. Soon security was all around. Realizing this may not end well for me, I sat and asked for Senior Parking Management. Explaining my distress, and showing them what was done – they explained the cars aren’t touched or washed at all and this is how my car must have come in. While trying to explain I’m one of the nuttiest detail freaks on the East Coast and I keep my paint in mirror-like condition, I see cameras. Everywhere! I plead to run the tapes from last night. To my surprise they’re more than willing to do so – to prove their staff would never do such a thing!
Now that you’re this far … put on your seat-belts!!!
Several hours after I pulled in, one of the valet guys goes over to the White SL63 with a spray bottle and rag and starts wiping down the car. Then goes to my sled and wipes it down also. I almost wish I hadn’t seen it. With every herky-jerky back-and-forth wipe I could almost die. Two cars, one tiny rag! We went downstairs and found the guy. At first he thought he was going to get a Gold-Star for doing it. He was proud to have done it, touting his skills with Glass Plus and a rag. Then a strange thing took over me … I could see the poor old guy sincerely thought he had done something nice – yet hadn’t a clue as to the effect it had on the paint. He explained he just wanted to clean the cars as he appreciated a clean car. Besides, he felt obligated to do it as I gave him a nice tip and it was his way of saying ‘thanks’.
Yeah, I could have choked the living daylights out of him, instead, took him over to my sled and showed him what he had done. He had never looked “into-the-paint� before, only the surface. The security guys and the head of valet services took this in and agreed the damage was enough to compensate me.
They’ve given me $1000.00 for damages and 4 overnights. Although that covers my time, energy and efforts, I just can’t believe I have to re-detail my car. Those of you who know me, know I’m very anal about how pristine the paint must be. I just spent the last 3 weeks getting it absolutely perfectly protected for the upcoming winter months. This is really going to suck doing it twice!!!
Here’s just a few pictures of the damages …
I drove down to Atlantic City Saturday while it was raining out. When I first pulled into the Water Club at The Borgata, I was treated like a king. The three Valet Guys were drooling over my new Porsche Turbo Cab (as visions of Ferris Buellers Day Off flashed through my mind, except with them using my sled), so I asked to park it myself. Very obliging, they told me I could park ‘front and center’ against the wall with an AMG SL63 and a Gallardo Spyder where it would be safe and under watch until I returned. I was so relieved I gave a nice tip. Next day, on the way home I stopped for a Starbucks on the Parkway (as we know there’s NO good coffee in A/C) and on the way back to the sled I see something very disturbing … it looks as if the car’s been scuffed all over with a Brillo Pad! As I get closer, it gets worse!!! The whole car is lightly scratched! Hood, fenders, quarters, doors, wing, etc!!!
I screamed at the top of my lungs … WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU_K ! ! !
I must have looked like a freak, it probably looked like I was doing an old Indian Rain Dance as I waved my hands in the air and proceeded to bend, twist, jump, fall to my knees, get back up like a loon and back down again, circling the scuffed sled while sun revealed every little scratch! I don’t remember throwing the coffee (didn’t need caffeine anymore – I was amped up!!) but it seems that’s what got the Security Guy to come over. He wanted me to pick up the empty cup and lid about 10 yards away.
I must have stood there for 10 minutes going round and round the car like a merry-go-round. I realized the car was cleaner than it should be since I drove down in the rain.
Got back in the sled and went back to the Valet.
I took the wrong approach at first … I went in with a fury. They stared at me in disbelief, almost arrogance as nobody would admit to touching the car – this made me more furious, my blood was boiling. Soon security was all around. Realizing this may not end well for me, I sat and asked for Senior Parking Management. Explaining my distress, and showing them what was done – they explained the cars aren’t touched or washed at all and this is how my car must have come in. While trying to explain I’m one of the nuttiest detail freaks on the East Coast and I keep my paint in mirror-like condition, I see cameras. Everywhere! I plead to run the tapes from last night. To my surprise they’re more than willing to do so – to prove their staff would never do such a thing!
Now that you’re this far … put on your seat-belts!!!
Several hours after I pulled in, one of the valet guys goes over to the White SL63 with a spray bottle and rag and starts wiping down the car. Then goes to my sled and wipes it down also. I almost wish I hadn’t seen it. With every herky-jerky back-and-forth wipe I could almost die. Two cars, one tiny rag! We went downstairs and found the guy. At first he thought he was going to get a Gold-Star for doing it. He was proud to have done it, touting his skills with Glass Plus and a rag. Then a strange thing took over me … I could see the poor old guy sincerely thought he had done something nice – yet hadn’t a clue as to the effect it had on the paint. He explained he just wanted to clean the cars as he appreciated a clean car. Besides, he felt obligated to do it as I gave him a nice tip and it was his way of saying ‘thanks’.
Yeah, I could have choked the living daylights out of him, instead, took him over to my sled and showed him what he had done. He had never looked “into-the-paint� before, only the surface. The security guys and the head of valet services took this in and agreed the damage was enough to compensate me.
They’ve given me $1000.00 for damages and 4 overnights. Although that covers my time, energy and efforts, I just can’t believe I have to re-detail my car. Those of you who know me, know I’m very anal about how pristine the paint must be. I just spent the last 3 weeks getting it absolutely perfectly protected for the upcoming winter months. This is really going to suck doing it twice!!!
Here’s just a few pictures of the damages …
