I grew up in Cleveland and my first job was parking cars at night at Guarino’s Italian Restaurant in Little Italy in the early 70's. . It was an odd job for a 16 year old scrawny little jewish kid but the tips were good. I knew I was "in-trouble" when patrons would greet the owner by kissing his ring and the night I damaged a car trying to park it in the tiny narrow spaces I knew I had to disappear...actually the owner was pretty good about it... he plied the patron whose car I had damaged with free drinks and knew that once he drove off the lot without noticing the damage to the car his liability was over....I quit the next day.