The Massage 2 - Allison Returns

“Pretty quiet in here today,” Lisa commented to the receptionist as she walked through the spa foyer.
“No kidding,” the receptionist responded, looking up from her magazine. “Just that time of day, I guess. It’ll pick up later.” She checked the appointment book. “You do have someone coming in for a massage in a couple of minutes,” she told Lisa. “Nobody after that, though, so you can take your time.”

The Massage

Allison sighed with relief as she signed in at the front desk and followed the spa attendant up the stairs toward the ladies change room. This massage was a long time in coming, and she felt like her body had never been so tense. Between the merger at work and breaking up with that idiot Brad, she was pretty sure her back and neck muscles would never be the same.

Reverie

I’ve stood in this line-up before, many times, passing the time by flipping through sensationalistic magazines or by skimming through the apps on my phone. Today is the day before Thanksgiving though, and the grocery store line-up is a mile long. Well, practically. I’d already used up my usual amusements, and there is no end in sight. Sighing, resigning myself to waiting, I gaze around me.