Ah, the stories MGM MIRAGE’S parking attendants could tell…and do. We take you inside the garage. Valet parkers on the Strip live in a universe of hard-partying customers, giddy winners, surly losers, wacky drivers, breathtaking cars, and kooky adventures. Here are some of their best on-the-job tales.

Dude, Where’s My Bolt?
Mike: “Late one Saturday night, we saw a decrepit old car coming up the driveway, with a hand sticking out the driver’s side window. The driver was holding a seven-foot bumper on the roof with his hand. He jumped out and started screaming that we’d stolen the bolts. He’d just left the property and his bumper fell off on the Strip, so obviously he thought we must have rigged it by stealing the bolts. He kept screaming, ‘I just want my bolts back!’”