Indeed it was a primo spot. And I was about to be late to the opera, and I'd paid a lot of money for those tickets. There wasn't any street parking -- I kept roaming for it -- and I was getting more and more frazzled and exasperated by the hunt. And hey, I'm 35. 85 is a good ripe age, unless of course medicine advances between now and then.
Furthermore, how could a parking guy even enforce that? It's not like the courts would care about this deal if a murder trial came up.
I took some time to collect myself. It turns out that whenever you're offered a weird deal, you should always take some time to cool off before making a decision out loud.
"You know, I don't know what the deal is," I told him, "but I know one thing: you're very creepy. I don't want to leave my car with a creepy crazy guy. You might break in and spill some creepiness all over my upholstery."
Some things you just can't shampoo away.