And where the hell are my socks?
So I went south again to hit the flower shop this AM even though nothing happened last week. I actually really enjoyed the massage last week for the price so I was ok today if nothing happened. But they were too busy and I didn't have time to wait.
When I left I drove around looking for something to eat and I just happened to see a similar place not far away. Could this be the muffler shop? Anyways I went in and there was no wait. The gal who greeted me wasn't my type. Another one came in to do the massage but she's was pretty rough too. The massage wasn't bad. She body rubbed against me a lot so I'm sure there was more on the table but I didn't want anything from her, like I said, not my type. I had to do HH because I was short on time. The last five minutes she kept asking if I was done. I told her I was good two or three times. I think she was confused at my lack of interest. Anyways when I was getting ready to go I couldn't find my damn socks. After a couple minutes of looking I found them under the table just before I was going to call them out on the thievery of my precious socks.