Mom and I were going to check out the Metro Station, because I was taking the train the next day. So we got to the parking structure, but right next to it, blocking it from our view, was a different parking structure.
"I think that's where Dad and I parked last time!" I said, pointing. My dad and I had been in the same area to see a play at a nearby playhouse.
So Mom parked in the parking garage and we exited via a gate and walked next door to check out the Metro station, which also had a parking garage. Once we'd seen it and figured out how it worked, we headed back to the car.
Only we couldn't get in. The gate was locked.
And then I saw the rather large sign that said, "LINCOLN APARTMENTS: TENANT PARKING ONLY."
While you could park there without any problems, it seems that you needed a key card to get back IN.
We were locked away from our car.
So Mom and I took off around the parking structure to look for an open door. We probably wouldn't have found one anyway, but Mom saw headlights and we dashed back around and ducked through the gate as another car left. Yay!
Moral of the story: Be careful where you park.
In other news: I'm on Pottermore and I'm a Slytherin. I'm totally shocked: I thought I'd be a Hufflepuff for sure! Aah!