For my birthday I got a gift card to a spa. I had read about this full-body exfoliation, which sounded nice and relaxing and perfect for the beginning of the summer to get rid of dry skin from winter. Let me preface this with I hate when my hands are dirty or sticky or anything. Overall, I don't like being dirty.
So I go into the room and there's a regular massage table with a clothe over it, except there is plastic laid over the clothe. The woman started using the sea salt mousse scrub with warm water, which did feel nice. Then I realized that I'm soapy and wet and it felt like I was laying on saran wrap that was clinging to me. Not relaxing.
I take a deep breathe and try to ignore that my hands are covered in suds and salt and that my legs are sticking to plastic and just think okay I'll feel much better when I can rinse all this business off of me before she puts on the moisturizer.
Guess what? The shower I had expected turned into a wash cloth getting rid of the leftover salt scrub. Followed by the moisturizer. Followed by me having to put my clothes back on, get in my humid car and drive home - hands slipping on the steering wheel from the lotion.
Note to self: Next time, stick to a saran-wrap-free spa experience.
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