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My Spa Experience with Helga the German Maid
I know some of you say you don’t need to shower every day…
I believe I’ve stood behind you in line at the grocery store.
Well, I am not one of you, but I wish I were.
If I don’t hose down daily I look like I fell into a vat of oil (not sure how that would happen, but it’s a pretty accurate visual).
This means every day I’m back in the shower resenting going through the motions.
Just as I was this morning when my thoughts wandered back to a horrific spa treatment I once had.
Treating yourself — not always a good idea
I had decided to treat myself to this body scrub thing at an old-world spa by my house and was so excited when I arrived at the spa to see the place was just as beautiful as their online photos.
However, once inside the treatment room, my excitement began to fizzle. There were definitely no photos of this room on their website.
In fact, it looked more like an auto mechanic’s garage than a spa treatment room.
After doing a quick once over I began to get the creeping suspicion that nothing good would happen in this space.
