$ Club must have adjourned 5 minutes after the concert did, so when I got to my car and headed for the exit, I got to the 8.5th floor before running into the line of cars packing the structure from almost-top to bottom. With the in-filling of the cars in the middle lane (doing a friendly I-go-you-go turn-taking) that meant that on the 8th floor, the car one ahead of me became two ahead of me. And on the 7th floor, it got four ahead of me, and on the 6th floor, it was eight ahead of me. And on the 5th floor, it was 16 ahead of me. And they tell two friends, and so on, and so on.
Add to that the new cars firing up and squeezing into line and the result was a nightmare. I switched the car off in neutral and coasted down one floor. In infrequent five foot rolls. It took about an hour to get out of the structure.
And I had to piss like you wouldn't believe by the time I got home. This may be the second most I've ever needed to pee, with #1 being a similar situation when the junior high band played at Dodger Stadium and I didn't really have to go when we left, but by the time the school bus slowly squeezed its way out of the Stadium area, and pushed through freeway traffic, boy did I ever.