August 18, 2002
Upon entering, I was given a little basket with a cotton shirt and pants to change into, but since I was wearing a tank top and shorts the staff told me not to bother. I was then led to a table where a petite woman with cloudy eyes was awaiting me. After greeting her, she placed her hands on my shoulders and worked her way down to get an idea of my body shape and size. She motioned for me to get on the table, placed a white sheet over my body and then proceeded to massage my entire body from over the sheet, from rubbing my scalp to snapping my toes. At one point, she got onto the table (joined by her cat!) and knelt on my back, her tiny knees doing wonders on a back that had been carrying a pack to long. By the end of the hour, both the cat and I were almost asleep.
Although the din of the outside traffic was audible, there was light flute music playing, contributing to an all around relaxing experience. Perhaps not the best massage I've had, but for three dollars, being a philanthropist never felt so decadant.
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