I spent most of the day at a business conference:
Offering the photo as proof that:
- I was there
- I need a haircut
- I own a suit and tie
- I can’t take a selfie that doesn’t made me look like I’m stoned out of my mind
Note – I was not stoned out of my mind. The “atmosphere” at the Hollywood Bowl two nights ago was strong, but not THAT strong.
Anyway, that’s not what I’m here to tell you about.
When I got to this fancy place (Universal Hilton, the same place where our Over The Edge event for this year was two weeks ago) I was told that the self-parking garage was full and I had to use the valet to park.
Several hours later, we’re leaving the said fancy location. At the valet stand there’s a steady stream of cars that cost more than my annual salary. Ferarri. Mercedes Benz. Porsche. BMW. Jaguar. Tesla. Escalade. Lincoln Town Car.
All are discreet. No bumper stickers. No vanity plates. Nothing to make them stand out in the crowd. The vehicles’ panache speaks for itself.
I’m chatting with some of the people I’ve met. One by one their cars come, even though I was there and paid first. Finally one woman asks, “You’re waiting for them to bring your car, right? Is there a problem?”
No, no problem. But you know how the valet will park all of the expensive, uber cool vehicles right up front so that the place looks classy and expensive? Well, it works in reverse as well. It just took them a while to dig my car out from the furthest and most out of sight corner of the lot they could find.
“No, no problem. Ah, here she is!” And there’s my Hissy, her Chiefs pennant flying proudly, her list price (tax and license included!) probably being a thousand dollars less than the sound system or hand-sewn leather seats on all of the other cars being brought up.
Subtlety is for wimps.