Originally Posted by
coachrowsey
No way in hell would I ever agree to let a valet search my car. They have less than stellar records to begin with.
In the mid 60s Mrs. Fredd, a young lass, visited a college roommate who was in turn visiting her divided family in Budapest (a long and sad story like so many of that era). She stayed with them but it was judicious to book a hotel room. She returned one evening and realized her hotel room had been searched.
The only difference was... they didn't leave one of those cute cards.
