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um, okay.. pains me to write this review. the woman massaging me was super courteous but the entire experience was awful. if you've read my previous review you know I was actually a fan of this place, and because I was a fan I figured this next visit would be just as good, maybe even better..
so not.
we came in, got ourselves ready... feet in bucket, same routine. we wait around because only kevin is there, so we had to wait for another massage person. finally someone comes and we start the massage. 10 minutes into the massage a group of kids walk in, loud as hell with no regard for shit, or that they walked into what is supposed to be a freaking quiet place.. I guess they figured that because it's quiet, nobody's there.
anyway, I let it go & figured they would just sit down and f'n relax in a second.. but because no other massage ppl were there, they had to stop our massage to accommodate the loud ass people.
four ppl had to be taken care of and they all wanted to all be in the same room, so some rearranging of furniture had to be made. suddenly it was a symphony of sound! chattering, giggling, cutesy awws because johnny was trippin' out, phone calls, moving furniture.. it was chaos.
i learned in that 15 minutes a lot of things. johnny had never gotten a massage before, the young lady was a size 6.5, that they'd been on their feet all day, that it was singles day valentines day, that johnny was uncomfortable and his friends were trying to make him relax but he just could not, that they went to get foot massages in china town new york and it was the best they'd ever had... that johnny was being so cute because he was wailing and crying about being uncomfortable with the whole situation...etc. etc. all in stadium voices.
finally, about 15 minutes later they return and apologize and tell us we get extra time. yeah, no shit right?
so on goes our massage, and on goes the chattering. i want to add here that this isn't a wall that blocks out sound. it's more a bamboo partition of some sort that actually carries sound as clear as drums and trumpets and symbols.
so I say, 'they're very loud.'. and she says: "oh, sorry... teenagers." and rolls her eyes.
the door dings, and the other massagers arrive announcing their arrival, and the party next door welcomes them in like long lost friends seeing each other again for the first time in a million trillion years.
I say again, 'its very loud.' and she apologizes again and says something in Chinese to the other masseuse. he understood right away and whistles! yes! like, at a football game or hailing a cab.. I was so thankful that even though it was a whistle, something was being done about my woes of unsustainable peace. Finally, i let out a "SHHH. PLEASE. shit."
so they drop to a whisper. I'm easy, this could work... and finally.. we have quiet.
we came in at 9:00 and our massages started at 910.. then resumed at 9:30. the extra time you said you gave us... was bullshit. our massages ended at 10:20 and the lady had the audacity to tell me that extra time was put into our massage. i kept looking at the clock because i was so disappointed that the entire fiasco happened at all.
fast fwd to the register. they ask if we would like to add the tip on the card and my husband says, '5. each.'. which I was surprised happened at all. kevin, yes... kevin [previous review] goes on to say, tip is regularly 10.00...
i thought it was a tip? what the hell is a tip nowadays? MANDATORY?
0_o I had no problem telling them that i did in fact know this, and that they could thank the party for stealing that extra 5, possibly 10, dollars from their tip jar.. and that they were lucky at all for getting the 5 for all the noise and interruptions. the woman understood and again apologized. we left that place tonight a little more tense then we went in. so. no happy ending at the Tibet foot massage. We will never EVER see that place again.
here's a tip: PUT A SIGN UP THAT SAYS, MASSAGES IN PROGRESS. STFU. AND IF YOUR CLIENT SAYS, "PLEASE TELL THEM TO BE QUIET..." TELL THEM TO FREAKING BE QUIET.
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