Slightly fascinated by valet. The concept of it. The convenience. The fact that you do not pronounce the "t".
I valet my car at the bottom of my building each time I intern. Which to be honest makes no sense because they pay more for me to park than they do for my time. Regardless, I love to watch them drive the cars around in the tiny space and fit them together. It is an intricate puzzle. I feel like it would be a fun job. Except, I cannot drive nearly well enough.
Sidenote: Decided to start jotting down what I shall call, "Husband Requirements" when they come to me. After all, someday I may finally realize that I am willing to give up my free-time and freedom in order to commit to someone else. And when that happens, I might as well know what I am looking for. So HR #1: Must Be A Good Driver. (Must also have a solid sense of direction, but I feel as though the two go hand and hand.)
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