Take your car into a mall, movie theatre, hotel or absolutely any other business that doesn't believe in wasting space on parking for its customers, and almost immediately a new breed of service providers loom large in your windscreen.
They are called valets, though I believe that 'parking consultants' will be the norm in future. Now I'm allergic to letting some bloke with dubious driving skills have a go at my dream boat.
Why?
Do I want it driven off like the route was Paris-Dakar, as soon as my back was turned?
Do I want its gear box to croak in protest, as it is put through the paces by someone who could have been a wrestler if he weren't trying to be a driver?
Do I want to wonder where my car will be parked when clearly the lot looked stuffed to the gills?
Do I want to puzzle over what "PARKING AT OWNERS' RISK" means when somebody else has the key?
Do you?
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Valet 'Illatha' Parking
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