While at dinner at a nice restaurant, I watched a beautiful Porsche pull up and park. An attendant got out, looked like a parking valet, and looked the parking meter over. He put in some coins, left and returned with a well dressed guy who looked like security. The two of them looked the meter over, the well dressed guy explained the meter to the valet and, I suppose, their policy and his advice. He then fed the meter and the two left. Towards desert, a meter maid pulled by, looked the car over, then the meter. She ticketed the car.
I left before the valet returned to pick the car up. I wonder how he handled it.
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