Valet Log: 101311 — The Power and Glory Of Being a Parking Valet
My mother wears what? Okay. Well, you still can’t park here!
I love casually dropping a big red rubber cone onto a parking space and walking away, just as some poor schmuck is trying to back into it!
It smells like . . . victory! Which is a hell of lot more practical than teen spirit, by the way.
Ah, the power and the glory . . . of being a valet!
