That moment when you pull into the drop-off lane is pure theatre. You’ve got fifteen seconds to unload a week’s worth of luggage, a grumpy teenager, and a travel pillow that’s seen better days. It’s like a Formula One pit stop, except your mechanic is wearing Crocs and shouting, “Don’t forget your phone charger!”
The real challenge? Finding a parking spot that isn’t occupied by a disgruntled Uber driver having a sandwich. You inch forward, praying the person in front will just move, but instead they’re giving a loving, ten-minute goodbye that belongs in a war movie. Honestly, you’d think they’re shipping off to Mars, not Marbella.
