Muffler (maybe) and read my sign.
Since I thought I had finally found Muffler (trust that Midas touch), I swung by. I really hope I got it wrong because if so the stories I'd heard don't measure up. Went in for the half-hour check-up for. 40 since I had to be somewhere later. Check-up routine was decent and performed by a woman who had something interesting going on with her eye. Left without resolving my muffler issue.
Later on I saw a new place taking inspiration from the Zodiac. Went in to see if they could do better. Was taken back by a petite 7/10 named April with a pretty poor grasp of English. Got a complimentary table shower with an hour-long check-up for. 70. April is thorough, checking every nook and cranny of my undercarriage. Didn't have the nerve to request an oil check. Playful, but professional, quite the tease but left me satisfied. $. 20 all said and done. It's really close by, so I might have to return.
The cryptic names are killing this old man
I was on the south side of town looking for a new venue. After way too much research on this forum building a rosetta stone to figure out where to go, I found a place that was inconspicuous on Carson. Met a lovely lady named Sun or Sunny who scored a 7/10 on the Indy AMP scale. Table shower and good rub down with very little tease. Little enough to make me fear the lack of HE. However, on the flip, there the menu opened up and made for an entertaining afternoon. No FS but $. 8 all in. Higher than what I'm used too but still in range of expectations.
I know the phoenix / tucson / palindrome / nini / tonight show cryptology seems like we are keeping LEO in the dark. But seriously, it's kinda silly given that a schlep like me can eventually figure it out. It makes me sad that somebody on this forum, before my time, decided we needed the subterfuge just to get a good rub down.
BTW, a suspicious unmarked dark Dodge sedan with a spot light mounted on the driver's side A-Pillar was trolling in the parking lot by the places on National. Suspicious enough to make this old man find the place on Carson.
I know A2, "take it to the 'yard". Apologies.
Geezer.
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.