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I remember when I worked downtown Seattle and our offices were above a nicer scaled restaraunt - it seems like just about every evening when I went down to smoke the early dinner elderlies in their Benz's thought I was the valet parking attendant (and the restaraunt didn't offer one) and would ask me if I was there to park their car.
It would have been so easy to take one and you'd have a good hour headstart before they finished dinner and figured out what happened to their car.
Never a temptation - but the opportunity certainly existed.
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