A few weeks ago I had an appointment with a new doctor in a complex that can only be described as a small city. I drove around for what seemed like days before I settled on a parking garage that appeared to be close to where I needed to be. I'm parked on level 3-blue. Got it. I entered the building and proceeded to walk for miles and miles in an underground maze of exam rooms, x-ray, ultrasound, cafeteria, elevators, people, people, and more people. I followed the signs and finally made it to my destination, albeit a little dizzy from all the twist and turns. Three and half hours later, I confidently start following the maze back to my car. I arrive at level 3-blue. I search upper and lower level 3, no car. I do it again, still no car. I walk out of the garage and down the sidewalk a bit. Lo and behold another parking garage, this must be the one....nope.. level 3-orange. Even though I'm certain the color is blue (after-all, I do choose color for a living) I ...