Getting your hair 'done' and getting pedicures/manicures/massages...
Are those events where you go to 'chat' with the person performing the service, or do you go to relax?
I personally go to relax. I don't want to sit and talk to my hairdresser for 2 hours. Sorry, but I just don't have that much to say to her. And we've been friends for like 12 or 13 years; she went to 'beauty school' after I met her.
Tonight, I went to the Minute Massage place near where Avery goes to Gymboree (on the way out of Gymboree I informed my husband that he'd be taking Avery home and I'd be going to get a massage). Once there, I had to wait for 25 minutes, so I soaked my feet and used this lavendar-filled heating pad type device on my neck.
When I was called in for my turn, I was all geared up to more or less fall asleep on the table and have the masseuse work on my shoulders. Apparently, she had other plans.
She talked to me the entire time. I wasn't even really reciprocating much -- but she pressed on, like she was going to talk to me no matter how uninterested I seemed (and I did seem uninterested, or at least I tried my best to).
If I were in one of these service type professions, I think I'd figure out when someone is there to socialize and when someone is there to relax. If I felt like chatting, I would have let the woman know that by talking back and seeming genuinely interested in what she had to say. I didn't do either of those things, yet she squawked on.
It was the least relaxing massage experience of my life.
I must go get another tomorrow with a different masseuse. Now, I've only to figure out how to explain that to my husband.
I personally go to relax. I don't want to sit and talk to my hairdresser for 2 hours. Sorry, but I just don't have that much to say to her. And we've been friends for like 12 or 13 years; she went to 'beauty school' after I met her.
Tonight, I went to the Minute Massage place near where Avery goes to Gymboree (on the way out of Gymboree I informed my husband that he'd be taking Avery home and I'd be going to get a massage). Once there, I had to wait for 25 minutes, so I soaked my feet and used this lavendar-filled heating pad type device on my neck.
When I was called in for my turn, I was all geared up to more or less fall asleep on the table and have the masseuse work on my shoulders. Apparently, she had other plans.
She talked to me the entire time. I wasn't even really reciprocating much -- but she pressed on, like she was going to talk to me no matter how uninterested I seemed (and I did seem uninterested, or at least I tried my best to).
If I were in one of these service type professions, I think I'd figure out when someone is there to socialize and when someone is there to relax. If I felt like chatting, I would have let the woman know that by talking back and seeming genuinely interested in what she had to say. I didn't do either of those things, yet she squawked on.
It was the least relaxing massage experience of my life.
I must go get another tomorrow with a different masseuse. Now, I've only to figure out how to explain that to my husband.
posted by allison at 8:35 PM
5 Comments:
At 4:18 PM,
Kelly said…
BTDT...My MIL is a MT, owns her own spa, and she wonders why I don't go to her for massages anymore...sheesh! Let us relax!!!
At 7:30 PM,
Jen said…
Oh, how disappointing! Massage is for relaxation, hello?!
At 5:00 AM,
Glaciermeow said…
That sucks! Make a comment when you walk in about how great it's going to be to get a little bit of quiet and no talking since you have a talkative one year old or something like that lol.
At 8:38 AM,
Marylin's Mom said…
Amen to this one! But it is even worse when they sit there poking at your toes and laughing and chatting in Vietnamese - I know they are talking about how ugly my feet are! LOL
At 4:45 PM,
Sraikh said…
Hmm, next time start to make snoring sounds. That would kill any conversation! I hope you get to have another one tomorrow.
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