There I was about to drive my silver 2003 Buick Century — yeah I know, awesome — into a cave.
It was a cloudy and rainy Monday morning. The kind of day that doesn’t make you feel comfortable driving into a cave — especially when the entrance is just a little wider than your car. To ensure I was in the right place, I picked up my phone to call Paris Brothers, a local food specialty distributor.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hi, I have an appointment with you at 10:30. Is there somewhere I can park outside?
Them: No, just drive right in. Take the first right and the employee parking is just past the next right. You can park there.
Me: Oh … Okay. Thanks ….