You know when you pull up outside the casino in your Aston Martin ...

[Andy in Sig]

... and you casually chuck the car keys to the flunky at the door so that he can go and park the thing, hopefully without leaning on the ejector seat button ... well how do you get your keys back later? Do you have to spend an embarrassing half hour at reception quoting the registration number and producing your license or what? It just can't be like it is in the films.

 

[swee'pea99]

Of course you don't. You're RICH! The little people sort all that sort of thing out for you.

You remind me of a story I heard from when Toyota were preparing to build the first Lexus, and they sent a team of designer/engineers out to LA to find out what mattered to potential consumers, one result being a beautifully designed/sculpted/engineered key - very important on the West Coast. When you spend your days dropping the key into the paw of one flunkey after another, you want something that instantly conveys thru' its heft and beauty that you are A Man Of Substance.

 

[Arch]

The flunky gives them back, surely, when he brings your car round when you leave...

How they know who's who, I dunno, presumably if it's an Aston Martin, you stand out a bit...

 

[Pottsy]

Normally they just recognise me, or the actress/model I happen to be with that evening.

 

[redjedi]

You don't get it back, they're disposable items.

You get a nice new one when you leave.

 

[Hilldodger]

I've only ever pulled up outside country pubs in an Aston.
One of these http://astonmartins.com/prewar/first_series_international.htm

 

[Billloudon]

... and you casually chuck the car keys to the flunky at the door so that he can go and park the thing, hopefully without leaning on the ejector seat button ... well how do you get your keys back later? Do you have to spend an embarrassing half hour at reception quoting the registration number and producing your license or what? It just can't be like it is in the films.

Well in my experience the car just appears at the door just as I get out. Doesn't that always happen?

 

[Proto]

Some years ago on a business trip to the north east USA, my host company gave me the use of a car from their car pool. Unfortunately it broke down (Peugeot 505, front wheel bearings) and all that was available was a Chevrolet Blazer, 5.7 litre V8 truck type thing. Its massiveness was compounded by the fact it had raised suspension and extra big wheels so that it could be used in the winter for snow plough duties. It was great to drive, surprisingly fast, if a tad thirsty.

The picture on the face of my hotel car park boy was a picture when I turned up in it the first time, and how we laughed when he tried to get it into the car park under the hotel. Not a prayer.