Thursday, 16 July 2009

It's Not Supposed to Hurt

I've been promising myself a massage for the longest time. Strangely enough, I overpaid one of my bills - yes OVERPAID. Can you believe it? The company sent me a cheque saying that I'd reached the end of my payments and in fact had overpaid for the month of June.

It wasn't very much. Just enough for a few personal treats. I decided to have a manicure, pedicure, waxing and a Thai massage.

I wanted to have the massage first so that I could be totally chilled for the rest of my appointments.

All was going very well at first although I didn't like the idea of both women talking over me very loudly in a language I couldn't understand. Paranoia comes into play when people are talking over you, you have your back to them, you're semi-naked and out-numbered. So already, I wasn't enjoying myself.

I then noticed that the massage was getting a little bit painful. I thought it was because I was tense, so I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax but the rough man-handling continued. I turned around and said to one of the the ladies, this hurts and I didn't want to feel pain, I wanted to feel relaxation. She snapped at me, "love hurts, don't be a baby"! I turned back around but I could feel my blood boiling. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Love hurts! What's love got to do with it?

As she pummelled my back I thought to myself do I tell her that it hurts again or should I just get up and go. Well I decided to do both. I shrugged her hands off and said OK, that's enough. You're not supposed to be hurting me. When I had this done in Thailand, I left the salon walking on air. This feels like punishment.

While I was dressing, the ladies were having a discussion and both were standing, looking a little shame faced when I emerged. I brushed past them, damn witches and went upstairs to reception. I said to the receptionist that it was horrible and painful and I'm not paying. She said oh, I'm sorry, what was the problem. I said EVERYTHING.

The receptionist said to me, well can we have our pedicure flip flops back? I said NO and stomped off down the road as frustrated as a pitpull in heat in their flippy flappy flip flops.

1 Comments:

Blogger .:*aMbAr*:. said...

OMG this is hilarious and sad at the same time. But you go girl!! You should not have taken anymore pain, and rudeness [is that a word] from this so-called ladies.

28 July 2009 06:05  

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