I haven't tried to get in the wrong car but I have wandered lonely as a cloud around several floors of a multi-storey car-park trying to remember where I had left my vehicle. Didn't learn, repeated this several times!
Maybe an idea for a quiz?
Photos of multi storey car parks and you have to guess which one and where you car is!
I believe I have only parked in a few of multi story car parks since their invention.
1. Cambridge 1979 - 2. Birmingham , Bull Ring, open roof level 1980 - 3. Paignton 1990's, just once.
However my most memorable car park was one was in Bristol - 1977 or 78 from memory. Not in my car, but a as passenger with the boss's son in his Rover 2000. We had gone to a trade show and on leaving the street level car park approached a set of lights - which changed from green to red. I shouted watch the lights or some such comment. Too late: a large metal ramp arose from the ground and the car was now immovable having the engine compartment raised up on the ramp. The radiator was punctured and I had to put in a 50p coin in a meter to lower the ramp to move the car.
It was pretty obvious were were not going anywhere in the car so it was pushed back into a parking space.
We had been invited to a party at one of the exhibitors homes at Thornbury (they arranged removal and repair of the damaged car the next day). We were taken to the party which went OK, but being a teetotaller - almost - meant I did not drink any alcohol which turned out to be quite fortuitous.
Another exhibitor decided to lend us his car to allow us to get home - an Audi with Bristol registration with 'L' suffix. We left for home, the bosses son driving!. A filling station was very close by to where we had been and so was the M5. I watched as the car was fuelled and noticed how difficult it seemed to locate the key and lock the filler cap. It was then that I realised the peril that awaited us; he was in no fit condition to drive over 100 miles to our homes. He must have seem my face - it can be quite expressive - or whatever, but to my relief he said "I think you should drive Al". Those few words were some of the best words I have ever heard.
So off we set, with me now as the driver. I never drove an Audi before but had no problems driving the car. The M5 was very quiet (it wasn't holiday time). The only worry I had was that every time I looked at the speedometer it said we were doing 90 mph. As we approached Taunton Dean I had mastered the art of staying below, or trying to, stay around 70 mph. Even so the speed had a habit of creeping upwards! The speed was no concern to me as far as safety and car control mattered. But what if the police stopped me?
Is this your car sir? Well, actually no, officer. What is the vehicles registration? Sorry, I don't know. Whose car is it then? A Mr T******* would have been the reply. Where does he live? In Bristol somewhere, but I don't know exactly.
It was then I realised my answers would probably lead us to spending the rest of the night being in cells at a nick somewhere local.
So with that in mind speed was kept checked until we arrived home.
Two days later the car was returned to its owner ad the repaired Rover brought back to its usual place in Devon.
I think it coast round £200 in total to rectify.
PS: I memorised that car reg next day and have never forgotten it. NAE 1**L (Someone may still have it)