Valet vitriol
What Cracking Good today — Self parking
One of the bonuses about living in Phoenix: Parking…and lots of it.
That is why it irritates me to no end when I go to a dining establishment, and the only option is valet parking. Even when it’s “complimentary,” a tip is mandatory…lest you want to spend the rest of the day feeling like a schmuck.
This morning I pulled into the parking lot at The Vig and found…a valet.
“I’ll park at the strip mall across the street!” I thought. I pulled into the strip mall…Vig valets.
FOILED!
I peeled out of the driveway and parked 2 blocks away out of spite. Petty? Maybe. But next time (?) I’m riding my bike.














