In Reality: Being a valet is undoubtedly a boring job. You drive the same brief route over and over while trying not to adjust the driver's seat so as to inconvenience the car's owner. If you get a tip, it's usually paltry and in no way makes up for the disdain you're treated with by most of the customers you service. And everyone always assumes you're either a thief who's going to steal the 59 cents they have stashed in the ashtray or a daredevil who's going to take their 2002 Accord for the joyride of your life the second you drive out of sight. In The Film: During what has lived in infamy as the greatest skip day ever, Ferris talked his friend Cameron into taking out his dad's prized 1961 Ferrari for a jaunt around downtown Chicago. While the two friends, along with Ferris' girlfriend Sloane, are out enjoying a day free from the confining walls of high schools, the two parking attendants they've entrusted the priceless Ferrari with are hauling a** all over the city. Apparently when you work as a valet in Chicago it's no thing to leave the garage unattended while you burn rubber for hours in someone else's vehicle. And when you bring it back with over a hundred miles on it, expect no repercussions.
Brad Hamilton is a writer, musician and marketer/social media manager from Atlanta, Georgia. He's an undefeated freestyle rap battle champion, spends too little time being productive and defines himself as the literary version of Brock Lesnar.
