A few weeks ago, I wrote about how I enjoy eating fast food (in moderation), but really prefer not to watch the food itself being prepared. I understand the health codes that exist in this country, but nevertheless, I can’t imagine all that much care goes into food preparation by a person who makes minimum wage.
Not exactly the same scenario, but in the same boat is valet parking — which often is an abomination here in Los Angeles. First of all, growing up I always thought of valet parking as something that was fancy, and something associated with fancy places — but that’s not necessarily always the case in L.A. Middle of the road bars and restaurants will have valet parking, basically so they can stack cars.
I’ve heard that in many states, that for a person to park cars, he/she isn’t even required to have a driver’s license. Wow. Um, I’d say that I’m an okay driver, but my parking skills are possibly below average. Not that I go around smacking every car in the lot, but I’m always “fixing it.” And I actually have a license.
Anyway, similarly to (not) watching some kid make my fast food, I also like to avoid watching a stranger drive my car. My preference is to avoid valet parking at all costs, but that’s not always a possibility. When I can’t avoid valet parking, I just hand off my keys, and try to avoid watching. I mean, I’m sure my car will be fine, but watching on can only make me more nervous about the whole situation.