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Third Street is stealing your quarters.
Well, maybe not Third Street itself, but the valet parking attendants who staff the many valet parking stops along that street. After placing twenty five quarters in our closed ashtray and proceeding to visit a variety of stop along the road, LAist came to a very startling conclusion. (Which, of course, was already mentioned.)
Valet parking attendants are stealing your quarters.
Just which restaurant's parking attendants are the worst offenders is anyone's guess because in the real world, where Angelenos speed along throughout their day without checking to count just how many silver pieces are missing or not missing, we don't have the time or mental capacity to remember to check. But then, one day, when we need quarters to pay for a meter -- all we've got are pennies.
And possibly, maybe, a stray dime that looked like a penny, thus not getting nabbed by the infamous Third Street Quarter Stealing Valet Parking Attendants of, yes (once again), Third Street.
Where has your change been lifted from you without you realizing until you were already three blocks away? What restaurants, time and time again, charge you outrageous prices for meals and steal your change to boot? Why can't LA's parking attendants leave our change alone?
Your guess is as good as ours.
