Cat Shit Carl can usually be observed working at Denny's at 3:00 in the morning on Fridays, easily recognized by his signature sour, ochre-colored cat shit-like stink.
Example:
Bill (to Steve as they are about to enter Denny's after drinking Heavily): I can't wait for my lumberjack slam, that shit is nice!
Steve (upon noticing Cat Shit Carl clearing tables): Dude, we have to eat somewhere else.
Bill: Why?
Steve: Cuz I just saw Cat Shit Carl in there and there is no way I can eat with that greasy cat shit smell lingering around.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.