back to the future

only to return a mile later; lost as fuck in downtown minneapolis. took a wrong turn up a parking garage. never done that before. went up 5 levels trying to find the exit. finally did, a tight spiral back down. didn't see it coming. was somehow in 4th gear thru the whole thing. slammed on the brakes at the bottom and stalled out right in front of the exit gate; the attendant - a black guy, my age - is staring right at me. "yeah, so i took a wrong turn and wound up in the parking garage. sorry about that." he looks at me, looks at my car, shakes his head, and let's me out. no charge.