Not My Day. Mountain and Kentucky
I had high hopes for fun late Friday afternoon when I needed to drive from the Northside to a place near the Airport for an appointment. Mountain Aire was on my way as I traveled around the west side, had been on my list of places to try out for some time, and recent positive posts had me motivated to stop by. I arrived at about 4:30. The place looked deserted, no open sign lit, nor even any cars parked around or behind the building. The only cars I saw were parked behind the building on the corner with the law office. I did not feel comfortable, being my first time there and with the building so close to the street, getting out and trying the door. I remembered another hobbyist encountering a locked door recently too. Plan B was Kentucky Ave. My first time there months ago was a disappointment. Poor massage, unattractive therapist and lackluster effort after the flip that left me struggling to get wood. However, I read recent posts that were complimentary and decided to try again since I was in the area. Parked right in front of the door and noticed the open sign was dark. Tried the door, locked. Sat there in my vehicle for a while in hopes that someone might turn on the sign, or that maybe a session was going on and the therapist was working alone and decided to lock the door to avoid interruptions (yeah, right). Waited nearly 25 minutes before throwing in the towel. I cannot recall ever having shown up to two places not open when recent reports indicated they were in business and offering good service. Apparently I angered the Hobby Gods.