I received an e-mail from a reader who has had enough of the overly friendly valet who kisses every woman exiting her car at his hot-spot restaurant stand in Highland Park Village. We’re not in France, Buster. And we don’t like to walk in the heat from a far away locale sportin’ luncheon heels either.
Faced with this dilemna do you choose the kiss or the walk? Remember, the kiss is a double cheek with an extended linger and based on car door angle and the valet’s rapid approach, there’s rarely a duck and bolt opp. I’m goin’ with the walk.