A Study in Contrasts
I had dinner in the city last night with my friend K who was in town for business. I picked her up at her hotel in the ritzy part of town and we drove to North Beach for a nice dinner since she was on the company dime and that's a good excuse to do it up like Croesus on a bender. After an unsuccessful attempt to find parking on our own we resorted to valet parking. Now I am not a man who has much pride when it comes to the ride he's in, but I did wince a bit at giving the car to the valet as it is a POS. The poor fellow was quite mystified that such a well-dressed gentleman as myself was emerging from a car that had seen better days before it had seen much much worse days. It was even more painful to see the guy driving off in a car with a slipping transmission. I made him turn the car around when he brought it back too, and so I felt compelled to tip generously.