After checking My favorite MT's place, I found he was off for a couple of days, and I had the window of time on Sunday and a stressed out back and neck, I had seen this place in the ER Mall and had hoped it might be the reassembling of the long closed " Relaxation Stop" a quick peek inside I recognized at least one face. I made a mental note.
The place looks nice and it's clean. The people seemed friendly, no English spoken, I've dealt with that successfully in Korea Town and Asia for years.
I opted for 40-45 minutes, can't recall cause I left with a lot of questions on my mind, which I will explain.
The massage was ok-good. A little different technique here and there.
Come time to pay I gathered all my crap from the provided basket, phone, keys, purchases and wallet.
The gentleman gave me a small paper cup of water which was nice. He seemed hurried. I gave him my bank card which he looked to be processing, he put it on counter and his English appeared, "No money", to which I replied, no, there is plenty of money. I had also laid a $20 bill on counter indicating I wanted to break it into 4 $5 bills, I usually like to tip in cash, a holdover from my days working in restaurants. He did the same thing, at this point I think he was wanting cash, I can't imagine why.
I actually accessed my account on my phone and showed him a nice balance, he got befuddled and called over a woman there. A try or two inserting the chip correctly and and approval was achieved. He then picked up the twenty and took 4 $5s from cash draw and handed me one! A very dear friend, who has since passed away, had taught me "desperate people do desperate things" I understand this, and I am empathetic, but sometimes being nice can be interpreted as being stupid.
He was going to get a good tip, though not $15 bucks. I signaled for another $5 he looked dumbfounded and handed it to me, I actually regretted not leaving him with a $5 tip after rehashing how I was being played at the counter.
Totally soured me on the place. I never have had such an encounter in this country. The previous "Relaxation Stop". that had been located downstairs, the folks were always
great, little English also.
I'm not gonna mention when he greeted me he must have bailed on his lunch, which I could have waited for him to finish, how do I know that? Well, a piece of whatever on his upper lip and him chewing tipped me off.
Boils my blood when someone try's to take advantage,
I smile a lot, I guess that reads as an idiot to some.
"Desperate people, do desperate things"
Never again.
Checking my bank account for the next few days, he swiped that card way too many times read more
