Found

This is one of those places where I have some kind of incident that makes me feel like a MAJOR IDIOT. My friend kept telling me again and again to go there and finally just sent me while she went off to get cupcakes at pink moon. So I walk over to found and get all excited because its gorgeous from the outside, and I go up to the door and it doesn’t open.
I keep trying to turn the doorhandle, and it doesn’t open.
Try again. Nope.
I see people in there, but they’re just looking at me like i’m a crazy person trying to break in, so I figure that even though their sign says they’re open, they must be closed. I give up, and leave.
My friend catches up with me later texting me because she can’t find me. I was in a different store. She walks to where I am and asks if I enjoyed found. I explined that I didn’t get to go in. It was closed.
She gives me that look. You know the one. The look that says that your friend is severly worried about your sanity and thinks that you might need a lobotomy.
«It’s open… I just went in.» She says.
«No! Seriously! Closed! I tried a whole bunch.»
«Come on…» She sighs.
I learned something that day.
Don’t try to turn the ornamental doorknob. Just push it.
(Also, the store is gorgeous, and extremely expensive. Totally worth a drop in.)