seriously?

I've mentioned several times about our weekly custom of foot massage, right?  

So all the girls and I (there are four of us now) go out every thursday night for an hour and half foot massage.  The massage part is about $8 and we get our own little private room, and even comes with complimentary soy milk or tea, which I never drink.  

We chat during the massage and then share requests and pr together for the last hour.  It's the highlight of my week.

I take any visitors who come to see me to the hallowed grounds of foot massage place.  Want to come visit?  ;)

I also shamelessly plug the place to any of my foreign friends who live in the city.  I've had such great experiences there, I want them to enjoy it too.  

Weeeelllll, last week, things got a little out of hand.  A friend of a friend went to said foot massage place.  They even requested my massager, who knows me and what foreigners ought to like.  When I ran into him later on that week, this is what he looked like:

Oh.  My.  

I laughed.  I think there were also some tears involved.  

One small, itty-bitty part of our foot massage involves these tiny baby jar things that get suctioned on to the bottoms of our feet.  I believe it has something to do with circulation..?  

Anyway, apparantly this fella did not get the same foot massage we usually got.  He managed to get a whole massage with the jars.  All over his back.

Oh.  My.