One of those days, part duh
October 22nd, 2006 by Wen
For the second time in four days I’m waiting for MBZ roadside assistance to come and bail me out.
This time? The valet guy turned my lights from “automatic” to “on”. Since it takes a minute or two for the lights to swtich off by themselves in the automatic mode I had no idea when I walked away that I would be totally screwed come morning.
Luckily this won’t be another two hour wait. The guy just called and he’s 5 minutes away.
I have composed a memo in the meantime:
Dear Valet Jackhole:
When I hand over my keys next time please do me a favor and just turn the car off or on. Don’t move the seat and screw up the memory for where the seat is supposed to be. Don’t move the rear view mirror, and please don’t change the radio station to some thumping rap music and then turn the radio off so that I get a “nice” suprize when I turn it back on. You’re only in the car for a minute or two. Do you really need a soundtrack to park? Also, don’t help yourself to the change in the ashtray, you’re going to get a tip that’s bigger then 4 quarters, two dimes, and 4 pennies in there. And for fuckssakes don’t turn the lights off. The car is smarter than you and I combined. It’ll do the rest.
In the meantime, I want my $2 tip back.
I *hate* cars with lights that don’t turn off. What a piece of shit you drive!
(That made me feel better.)
Oh man, that sucks! Maybe you could talk to his supervisor or something?
OMG
I hate valet. I can certainly enjoy it if someone else ( *cough* guy ) handles the whole pay/tip exchange… I just get mad. Valet guys seem to see a few gals together and assume that us being in the presence of one another makes us as brilliant as a penlight in a fog. They totally tried to scam me…
oooh. blog topic for tomorrow