The Hotel gleamed in pristine balconies and gold-gilt doors.  The cluster of valets hovered just outside the marble foyer.  As each car pulled up, they stepped forward with a broad smile.  The Lexus pulled away, then the Mercedes, the Infinity. 

The rumble of an approaching car caught a valet’s ear.  He turned.  His jaw dropped.  Pulling into the circle was a taupe station wagon, of Ford make, with bright kiddie stickers covering the back windows.

The valet scrambled his smile into place and hurried to open the door for the family tumbling out of the car. 

He’d let another valet take the tip for this car.