A guest at the Luxe explained that he was in town for six weeks and
needed a disabled parking pass. I told him that was not something I handled. He
added that he had the Department of Motor Vehicles form. All he needed was a
signature.
I offered to come to the hotel, but – even at half my usual fee – he
didn’t want to pay. I could have politely withdrawn, but he might then ask the
hotel to recommend another doctor, never a good idea. As I do when it’s an easy
service, I told him I would sign the form gratis if he came to my house.
After hanging up, I felt uneasy. Eleven percent of Los
Angeles drivers have a disabled parking pass; it’s clearly a scam, and I didn’t
want to add to it. What if I had to refuse him? When guests complain after I
refuse narcotics, hotel management takes this with a grain of salt, but a
parking pass….
You can imagine my relief when I answered his knock and saw that he had only one leg.
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