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I went to a fancy-pants restaurant (St Paul Grill--made sure to wear regular sneakers, not orange laced ones) for a birthday dinner and ended up doing vallet parking for the first time. (Normally I would have avoided it, but all of the hourly parking decks had a jacked-up "concert rate" because the Boss was in town).
Valet was very confusing and I had no idea who we were suppoosseed to tip.... the guy who takes your car? the guy in the top hat who you give your car-retrival coupon to? the guy in gray shorts/shirt who actually drives your car to you? all of them? none of them? Do I really trust any of these people with my keys?Posted by steveh at June 12, 2006 9:29 AM | TrackBack