Soho Village Parking

I’ve parked in my fare share of garages all over Manhattan for 10 years and never had a worst experience than yesterday. (Thankfully I was driving my girlfriends car lol)
The Drop off:
The attendant/​guard «Hank» (if you watch the Office you should understand) and his sunny disposition greeted us with an incoherent mumble. I said we’d be parked for up to 12 hours and asked where the elevator was. Yeah, there isn’t one and I was told while being given this «Goddamn white chick asking for an elevator» look. The driveway, which is only one lane so in and out traffic plus foot traffic = an arousing game of «Am I going to get into an accident/​ran over?!» Fun Fun! It’s also very steep. Awesome workout I must say.
The Pick up:
You know how when you’re running or cycling going downhill is a beautiful thing? Not so much here. Again got to play «Am I…» and see dear old «Hank» again. Before he got our car, we witnessed him manhandle a PORSCHE! Oh my god this poor car, the noises it made when he shifted. Clearly driving stick is not his forte. Five minutes later, I see the car coming up, he almost hit my friend, myself and a mother with her two daughters swinging it around the corner to the driveway.
This has only enhanced my dislike for parking garages. Thanks a lot «Hank».