Last night I went to one of San Diego's finer eating establishments. They have free valet parking, that only costs you $5. I asked the attendant if he knew how to dirve a Prius. "No problem" he said, and drove off with my beloved car. When it was time to leave, I gave him the parking ticket stub and off he ran into the night to find my car. Ten minutes later, neither he nor the car were in sight. When I finally found him, he was trying to force my house key into the door lock. I said to him, "do you notice that the interior lights are on?" He said "yea." "Pull on the handle" I said. "What the?" he said as the door opened. I could go on, but it makes my head hurt. Lesson learned. Never use valet parking. : :?