A few gals asked if I would like to join them and go to on a spa day. It would be really cheap and take the whole day; a lot of activities were included so i decided to soak it up...literally.
I traveled to a less populated part of the city to find myself in the business district. Here there was cobblestone streets and a wonderful view of the Brooklyn Bridge. It was actually nice to explore a new section; as I did, I got a bit carried away and was about 30 minutes late to meet my friends. They had texted me and said to just meet them inside. I had wondered around a little longer trying to blend, but then it happened...I found the spa.
From the outside, there is a little awning that simply says "SPA" and as you enter you are guided down a flight of stairs immediately into a stale aired room. As a virgin to this 'spa thing' I was expecting champagne, slippers, robes, beautiful people....what I got was a makeshift desk with a scary woman (by scary I mean a model looking lady with eyes that burn through your face and make you feel like if you ask a question she will make you explode immediately). But anyways, seeing that none of my friends were greeting me, I walked over to 'the devil' and say 'I'm meeting some friends.' She turns around opens a lock box from behind the desk and says "put valuables here." Looking around and seeing no escape, I took out my credit card to pay the fee I was anticipating--"NO! PAY AT END!" she says. Needless to say, I was not about to leave my phone, ipod and wallet in a box to but I had no clue what else to do...run out the door and forget my friends were waiting somewhere in this vague environment...but I quickly placed all valuables into the box and as I held a bag with bathing equipment and extra shoes, that very well would not fit into the box, the devil locked the box and handed me the set of keys...and literally shoo-ed me away.
I stood in the corner for a few minutes hoping that someone else who wasn't a rookie would come in so I could avoid asking the devil what to do next. I didn't see my friends anywhere in the small closet of an area and I didn't have my phone to fool around on while I waited for the spa's next victim. I ended up counting the floor tiles...which turned out wonderful as I noticed a foot path. Most of the tiles were in decent shape...except for a few that traveled into an unmarked door. I got some balls and let myself into the door. WELL--there it was. The lounge.
AH I was so excited to see other people...old men and their balls chatting in different languages sipping water and nibbling on snacks--woman half dressed in robes enjoying a cup a tea and reading...and there they were---my friends. As I expressed my utter dismay about what had happened at the front desk they assured me my valuables were safe and there were lockers associated with the keys from the lock box to leave the rest of my 'equipment' there.
I went and changed into a swimsuit chugged a half bottle of sparkling water and was ready to roll into the 'spa'.....
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