George: Excuse me, I think I made a big mistake. I'd like my deposit back, please.Jiffy Park Guy: What's the problem?
George: You've got hookers turning tricks in my car, how's that for starters?
Jiffy Park Guy: Ah, that is all hearsay.
George: All right, very good. I'd like my car and deposit back, please.
Jiffy Park Guy: Can't do it.
George: What do you mean?
Jiffy Park Guy: If you read the agreement you signed, the deposit is non-refundable.
George: Well does it say anything in the contract about my car being used as a whorehouse? I don't remember reading that clause either.
Jiffy Park Guy: What can I tell you, buddy? Take it up with Consumer Affairs.
George: [frustrated] All right, just give me my car so I can get the hell out of here.
Jiffy Park Guy: That's going to be a problem.
George: Why?
Jiffy Park Guy: It's all the way in the back. We can't get it out for a couple of days.
George: What are you talking about? I want my car!
Jiffy Park Guy: We ask that you please bear with us.
George: Bear with you? This is a parking lot! People are supposed to be able to get their cars.
Jiffy Park Guy: Ideally.