My Prius and the Parking Garage
So, yesterday, for the second time in a week, I was harassed, yelled at and threatened.
By a garage parking guy.
My Prius doesn’t start like most cars. You have to press a button and there’s no key required.
When I get to the garage, I calmly invite the attendant to learn how to drive my car. With no exceptions, they refuse. They’re offended. They are, after all, professionals.
So, yesterday, when I went to pick up my car, not one, not two, but three guys had to climb into my car and try to figure out how to start it, jabbing and pressing everything. My offers to teach them were rebuked.
Finally, I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t have time to have you play with my car any more…” they got really angry and started saying things you can’t say on the Howard Stern show.
I think I’ll make a sign and hang it from the steering wheel.