Ok, let's just start off by saying the "chicks" behind the front desk are so utterly s l o w, I can hardly take it. They remind me of the Olly girls on Sunset Tan. I stood before them for at least two minutes while one had her back turned to me and she was applying make up. The other, on the phone, apparently to her roommate, took her own sweet Alabama time before she nodded, yes I said nodded at me, to aknowledge my existence. We know who took the short bus to school. Michael, my maseuse, was my savior. He listened well, hit all the right spots and spoke intermittenly in a soft sort of easy listening radio station voice. +