i thought it would be a nice treat to have an in-home massage, and called a woman who came highly recommended. she showed up 30 minutes late, without calling me, was totally rude, and had no massage table. in fact, all she had with her was a mangy, very old and very used, dirty soda bottle in which she had the 'massage oil.' she marched into my kitchen and started looking for my cooking oil, so that she could mix the two together and rub my skin with it! ewww!! it smelled like rotten peanuts, and the whole flat REAKED the rest of the day. barf. she then wanted to massage me on the marble floor. huff. i realized i was 100% unimpressed with her ... never mind the fact that her tardiness left us with not enough time to even go through with the massage, i did not feel comfortable getting naked for her, and politely apologized, asking her to leave. shit. she turned into a little, female, indian version of the incredible hulk. she started SCREAMING at me! calling me 'chutia' and losing all control over herself. i paid her for the oil (a total scam, at 400 rupees for 1/2 a soda bottle), and told her in no uncertain terms that she needed to leave my house. i threatened to call the police (which really doesn't mean anything here, but i just didn't know what else to say!), and held the door open for her while she continued to scream. she finally left, and i could hear her still yelling at me in the hall, and all the way down the elevator!
i then called a buncha spas, trying to book, but they were all full at such a late hour. since we were about to head to the breach candy club, i thought i'd try booking there, too. haha. their response? 'i'm sorry madam, we only do ladies' massages in the mornings.' !! it was like 130 in the afternoon at that point.
oh, india.
the day turned out great, though, for having no real plan. i ended up spending all day and night with great friends, great food, and great, big, huge amounts of tasty beverages.
happy new year!
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