When my project manager and I drive to our customer
site for meetings, they always valet park my car and wave her down to the
third floor visitor parking garage. She brings this up so often that
I think she's a little jealous.
And then today, the parking attendant stopped by while I was
pulling together my project folder and laptop to tell me how much he
liked my car. I said that I, too, loved it so, except for the
dent-the-size-of-impeteous-sex on the hood. He promptly opened
the driver-side door, popped the hood, and banged out the dent. It
took three minutes. Good as new.
Service!
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