Okay, so I was waiting for a female friend of mine in this cramped waiting room and while thumbing through the magazines I found a yearbook from the Middle School I went to over ten years ago. It was my seventh grade year book, what in the world is that about?! After looking at my goofy picture, I sat back and waited.
My friend said that the tanning rooms were very comfortable and cozy, and you didn't have to fear any disturbance. I would have given them a try, but I do enough things already to put myself at risk of cancer.
The receptionist here was a younger fellow and he was nice (I have an idea why this high school cat chose this job). My friend says that she will come back, but I would rather stay at home and catch some ZZZZ's.