We scurried back to the car, with me smelling absolutely musty in drenched cotton and polyester. Bless my companion, who allowed me to hang my belongings about the passenger seat while taking control of the navigation aspect.
Trying our luck by the London Drugs entrance, we found an entrance to the rooftop asphalt lot. An elevator, unlabelled and situated far, far away from any occupied shops, brought us down to the retail level of the mall. Further and further we trekked, first finding shops puny enough to rival the likes of Oakville Place.
The Pump It Up! pads were amazing: unlike those back home, the keys were sensitive and not depressed at all! Moreover, the facility was spacious, clean, and evidently very new. Several business conferences were observed to take place during our stay, likely in an attempt to advertise the establishment for team-building purposes.
Difficulties continued to ensue even after we left Crystal Mall's covered corridors. Its storefront, hidden behind the entrances of a hotel, Goodlife, and trattoria, was missed entirely. As opposed to facing Kingsway, the entrance actually faced Willingdon instead.
For those less keen on crafting their concoction from scratch, a series of Signature creations could also be summoned. Merely ordering the tea would incur a cost of $5.50; flavourings and toppings were an extra loonie each.