You know what really cranks my goat? Complimentary Valet Parking that you're forced to use.
There's nothing more inane than heading out to eat at one of Atlanta's fine culinary establishments, only to pull up and have a valet walk up to my car and tell me that he HAS to valet it. Really? You have to? Well, I don't HAVE to eat there then.
Most times, I try to say "No thank you. I know how to park my own car. In fact, right after cranking it and applying pressure to the gas pedal, slowing down and putting it into park was pretty much one of the first things I learned in that department. So, you know what Johnny ProCarParker, I'm gonna pass on this one. I don't feel like paying you to do something that I'm pretty much an expert at."
"Sir, this is a complimentary service of the restaurant. It is of no charge to you." he replies.
"Yeah. But I have to tip you when I pick it up or you'll go back to your little valet friends and tell them what a dick I was. Even though I didn't want your help to begin with. Same thing goes for your little friend The Bathroom Attendant.
I can wash my own hands. I don't need a hot towel. I don't want to be spritzed with Eau De Anything. And I can certainly wipe my own ass.
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I fucking HATE bathroom attendants! The girl bathroom ones can get down right bitchy if you don't tip them. WTF! While we're on the subject of tipping for no reason, I really hate tip jars at places like Starbucks, Subway, or the Cookie Company. It just pisses me off to give someone a tip for them to put a freaking $1.29 cookie in a little cookie bag. WHEW! I feel better now!
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