Around 6:30 this evening, I was in an indoor parking lot in a fancy building in Beverly Hills. I was waiting for the valet to fetch my car, which they'd apparently parked in Gallup, New Mexico. It took a while.
As I was waiting, I witnessed the following. In a prime parking space about 20 feet from me, there was a very new, very shiny, very expensive Lamborghini. I do not know enough about such vehicles to tell you the model or year but I have a sense it was the top of the line, whatever that is. Admiring it from nearby were two rather attractive young ladies in their early twenties. We shall call them, for the purpose of this anecdote, Thelma and Louise.
After staring at the car, Thelma and Louise had a hurried and whispered discussion and then they went over to the man in charge of the valet parking area. They whispered some things to him, he grinned and nodded in agreement, then he went over to his podium and fetched the key to the Lamborghini. He unlocked it, opened the door and allowed Thelma to get inside.
Thelma promptly removed her shirt, under which there was only Thelma. Louise had pulled out a little digital camera and as Thelma posed behind the wheel, Louise took about six photos. Then Thelma untoplessed herself, hopped out of the car and the valet guy relocked it. The ladies thanked him and scampered off as the attendant returned the key to the rack in his podium.
I was thinking of asking him if I could do that too but then my car arrived.