So, I was at the mall yesterday (I know, I know. I?m always at the mall. But I don?t enjoy it, so doesn?t that count for something?) and as I?m heading into one of the department stores I see one of those massage place things. There?s a guy with actual massage chairs and you can pay him fifteen bucks for a ten-minute massage.
And it occurred to me: any relaxation I might get from a nice little ten-minute massage will be instantly negated by the knowledge that some stranger is touching me. It?d be like, ?Oh, nice, I like that. Wait, bad touch! Bad touch!?