Level 1 is optimism. Level 2 is ambition. Level 3 is where you actually live — the floor where the lights flicker, the spaces are measured by a ruler held by someone who gave up, and the ceiling drips with the quiet promise of a leak that is 'being looked into.'
Level 3 has no opinions. It will take your car. It will keep your car. It will not tell you where it parked it, because it cannot. You circle for eleven minutes and then find a spot that is technically a space.
We rate Parking Garage Level 3 6/10 for being the literal midpoint of human endeavor, where every parking structure keeps its disappointments.