Walking toward the entrance of the Viceroy, a luxury Santa Monica hotel, I noticed half a dozen
parking valets gathered around their supervisor who was giving instructions. As
I passed, he paused and pointed: “Look at him. That’s our hotel doctor. You let
him park wherever he wants.”
This happened in July of 2003, but I still remember the pleasure it gave
me. When the parking valets grant you a free pass, there are no more worlds to
conquer.
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