How convenient, we are going to eat at Brasserie Ten Ten and there is a parking garage just across the street. Hour and a half later: Great meal, starting to rain my grandma and I decide to wait across the street while my aunt extricates the car from the garage. Hour and 45 minutes later: My aunt finally calls me and tells me that she is almost out of the garage, after being stuck on the 2nd floor down. Yes, that is right, almost 2 hours to get out of the parking garage and to get the hell out of Boulder. 2 hours of my life wasted. The only upside is that my grandma and I got to spend quality time talking while waiting for the car. In the future I will spend whatever time necessary to find a street parking spot to avoid such a hassle.
