Pulling into the car park is its own adventure. You’ll circle for a bit, convinced you’ve missed a secret entrance. Don’t panic—everyone does that.
But once you spot a space, it feels like winning a minor lottery. You might even do a little victory dance in your car. I won’t judge; I’ve been there.
The Grand Entrance
The doors slide open, and whoosh—you’re hit with that blast of air conditioning. In summer, it’s heavenly. In winter, it’s a slap from a very bored penguin.
And the smell? That unmistakable mix of fresh bread, cleaning solution, and faint electrical hum. It’s oddly comforting, like a hug from a warehouse.
