There will always be something to gripe about when you get foot massages from one of those run-of-mills shops along the streets of Bangkok. As always, I will always almost go back to the same place if I have had a good foot massage experience before. A good foot massage is pretty much dependent on the masseuse that you get, rather than the establishment itself; like a luck of draw if you will. And as always, I would secretly hope that the same person who did my foot before will still be there for a repeat performance.
Given the distance of Dr. Feet and the insane traffic I would have to negotiate through to get there, I decided to go to one nearer to home.
The foot massage was , at best mediocre. But, what turned me off more was the fact that she kept resting each of my foot on her boobies every time she gave me a rub. And every time she did that, I had to inch my foot ever so slightly AWAY from the dreaded boobs. It’s like a mental tug of war…both of us pulling in opposite directions. I’m somewhat certain that it was probably an unconscious act on her part, but still! It doesn’t mean I enjoy it. Hell! It literally was yukky-yuk-yuk for me.
I really DO.NOT.LIKE. that soft booby feeling underneath my feet and neither do I get any pleasure from it. I really just wish they would keep my feet AWAY from their boobies, thank you very much.
The dreaded thing about it is the fact that I was acutely conscious of it that I can’t even relax and take a nap! Goddammit, just keep your boobies away from my feet, will you? Disgusting, know?!