The Massage.

I used the gift voucher and got my Swedish Massage yesterday.

The Swedish massage was not as satisfying as the one that my regular masseur provides me with. It is too gentle for my thick skin! It is more pressure rubbing than the kneading and pummeling that I am used to it. But, it was paisa vasool.

After the massage, the masseur checked the shower in the cubicle and announced that the shower was not working and that he would provide me with a bath robe and that I should move to another cubicle for the shower. Having no choice in the matter, I did and returned to the original cubicle to get dressed.

I had almost completed dressing when the door opened and a much startled lady took a look at the spectacle inside and scooted after banging the door shut.

I duly got dressed and got out to the reception area to advise my dissatisfaction with the shower not being in the same cubicle. I found the lady who had opened the door sitting there across from the receptionist and could not resist the temptation to announce that the lady had dropped in for a peep show too. She went red with embarrassment ans stuttered and spluttered but I smiled and assured her that it was okay and I hoped that she enjoyed the show! She started hyperventilating and I left before she could pop off!

I took the lift down to the lobby and as I was coming out, the same lady darted across from the stair case that she obviously had taken to rush out and almost bumped into me. I again smiled at her and said “haven’t you had enough of me yet?” Apparently she did and literally sprinted across the lobby and vanished.

I came home hoping to catch a nap but was interrupted by my friend Chandru wanting me to take him to the park.

No rest for the wicked!

No, I am not cut out for massages in spas.