Well, you are not always offered the keys of someone else’s Merc, right?
We were out dining at a five-star property in town, and as always, we had conveniently accepted the concierge’s offer to have the car parked by the valet. Some fringe benefits from dining at a reputed hotel.
No, unlike what happens at most retail outlets in our part of the world (the UnitedArab Emirates), there was no raffle draw with a car as the bumper prize, and this evening, we really didn’t care for all that. We were out to party (not too hard), and celebrate our daughter’s birthday. And we did have a wonderful few hours – the buffet was great, with a good variety, and the sushi was exceptional – which in itself would have made our evening.
The offer included a couple of glasses of house wine, and fortunately this day, we didn’t choose to oder something headier as an extra. So I would venture to say that each of us was relatively (or almost) sober by the end of the evening.
As we got past the lobby, the concierge was quick to pick up our parking card, assuring us that the car would be up in a few minutes. And that it did!
So we pile in, me riding shot-gun. And then our friend who is driving begins to act strangely. I too was a little irked – seeing no reason why the parking attendant had to move my seat and kill my leg room and at the same time tilt the seat back. Bad service!!
And then my friend opens the door and steps out – wondering what’s this beady back rest doing on his seat. And suddenly my daughter is asking about a strange strawberry smell and I notice the unfamiliar knick-knacks on the dashboard.
Oh my goodness!!! exclaims my friend… it’s not our car! Realization dawns … and we immediately jump out. And as we are getting out, we are confronted by this young lad (he too seemed sober, but absolutely shocked) – hey guys… what are you doing in may car.
And all pandemonium breaks loose. It is the wrong car – same model, same colour, same same… but certainly a different car. And the concierge seems perplexed, the front desk manager rushes out, and then another manager… sheepish looks, apologies… ooopps – how could this happen?
And so we shake hands, and agree these things happen all the time, and the young lad drives away happy that nothing worse has happened.
And our car drives up. and we hop in.. look around to ensure that we are not making the same mistake again…. and our friend looks around and asks – does anyone have my camera and my wallet?
No! He left it in the other car!!!
And all pandemonium breaks loose, again. And the concierge seems perplexed, the front desk manager rushes out, and then another manager… sheepish looks, apologies… ooopps – how could this happen? Don’t worry, we’ll get it.