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Valet story. When I was a lot younger I had a friend who valeted cars at the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills. I was there one night awaiting a ride home from him when he got off work so I hung out for an hour or so. It didn't seem like such a big deal then but now I am not so sure. He would drive the cars hard through the underground parking garage, tires squeeling, skidding by giant concrete pillars and other expensive cars. The sound systems tested to their max levels. Rifling through the glove box and center consols looking for money or drugs or whatever. Then returning the cars to their owners like nothing and get tipped. When valeting my car anywhere I always ask for the name of the attendant who takes my car. I want some form of accountability. I would insist to park my own Cobra though. A rental car I could care less.
John
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