Rev. Otana (otana) wrote in bad_service,
Rev. Otana

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Valet parking

Last night, I got the chance to see Eddie Izzard in a long-form improv show in LA.  We had been warned beforehand that parking was hell, and to just go ahead and use the valet service.

When we showed up, I removed the CD player faceplate and stored it in the compartment between the seats as usual, before getting out of the car and letting my girlfriend (the driver) handle the payment and hand over the keys.  After the show we got our car and went home.

I just got an e-mail from her asking where I stored the faceplate; I told her.  Apparently, it's not there.  To say I'm pissed is an understatement.  We're going to completely go through everything in the car tonight to check that it didn't slip down behind one of the seats or something, but if it's not found then we WILL be going back to the valet and calling the police.

It's a cheap faceplate (well, $70 isn't exactly cheap, but the cheapest we could find) but it's the principle of the matter.  Which leads me to the reason for my post.  I'm originally from England, and the idea of handing over my car to a total stranger to park makes me extremely uncomfortable.  Even when they're wearing immaculate suits and are well-spoken and polite, it just makes me feel instantly suspicious and want to double-check everything the second I get back into the car.  We won't be leaving valuables in the car again if we have to use a valet service (unfortunately a common occurance in Los Angeles), but has anyone else had a similar experience, or am I just being paranoid?

And I should add that Eddie and the rest of the improv team rocked. :D
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