It's not always easy being the girl with 4 older brothers...writing has helped. #blogging #amwriting #author #kindleunlimited

In The Girl on the Half Shell I have a minor character that's on the page for about two seconds: Steve the Valet. OK, we've all known this guy, the sort of cute really nice a touch nerdy guy, who has absolutely the worst after school job. In Santa Barbara, that was being the valet at the airport(I know it's usually called the porter, but here it's Valet. It said it on the wooden Valet stand). The SB airport use to be the size of a track home. It was only about five feet from the curb at the drop off loop into the baggage check/ticket counter. So, being  the valet was sort of a job in name only, a living statue so to speak. Dress in your valet suit, stand at the wooden valet stand, and look official while everyone brushes right passed you with their bags.

Now I'm not saying that I have a friend or family member who was the valet at the SB airport. I'm not saying that my girlfriends and I used to drive out there and make fun of him. I'm not saying that the highlight of month for the Valet was carrying John Travolta's bags as he  flew in and out of SB because John is a nice chatty guy, however he never tipped. And I'm not saying that the highlight of this kid's job was the one tip he remembers. A hundred dollar bill from a famous musician traveling a la Lear Jet, that he didn't recognize and when he described we all teased him because it was Joe Cocker, and like who doesn't know he lives in SB and recognize him.

I'm not saying any of that. What I am saying is that I do have a brother named Steve and he borrowed my car once and let it burn up on the 101 half way from SB to LA and just left it there. I'm not saying that this is evening the score. I'm just letting you know, my brother's name is Steve.