Sometimes I must look for a car when the customer loses their ticket, and therefore must see if the liscence (on their person ) and registration (in the glovebox) match…and I let the customer open their own glovebox to show me so I don’t go rooting around their private stuff.
I’m a girl, and I’m going to reiterate the statement of whoever said it was a guy thing.
If I had THAT car? I wouldn’t be troubled if I came down to grab something from the car and saw the valet ogling the engine. I’d probably laugh my ass off and talk cars for a minute before going back upstairs.