took my family out for a nice dinner tonight in Ft. Lauderdale. came out of the steakhouse to find a Biblical deluge, and managed to completely soak my SF-approved footwear. they are now sitting with their trees in a warm place...hoping to minimize their fucked-upness.
the valet, however, was awesome. seeing as we were already soaked, instead of having me step out onto the sidewalk, off the curb, and into a one-foot river of water - he drives my car off the street, jumps the curb, and drives the car right into the outdoor covered dining area. without damaging it in any way (i realized later that they had configured a ramp over the curb - it was hidden underwater so for a second i was like WTF is he doing with my car? aargh).
so i get to walk into my car amid the rather amusing spectacle of seeing a BMW sitting literally in the middle of a section of restaurant. i should have snapped a pic