I recently received a gift certificate for a local spa, though not for my favorite spa, Spa Alexis at the Hyatt.  I woke up this morning and decided to see if they might have an hour massage spot open.  They did.  I booked.

When I got there, I saw this big guy seemingly standing at attention as I was checking in.  They said, “This is P___, he’ll  me working with you today.  I looked up, he had to have been 6-5.  I said, “Wow, P____, you’re a big guy, go easy on me.”  I bet he gets that a lot.

So about 20 minutes into my massage, someone slipped a note under our door.  He said, “do you by chance have a Silver … (says exact make and model of my car)?”

“Oh shit, yes.”

“Apparently it’s hanging 2″ into the driveway of our business neighbor next door out front, and he wants you to move it.  I’m really sorry, he does this ALL the time.  Do you want me to move it for you?”

I said, “OMG, I can’t believe I did that, I even looked, I didn’t think I was in his driveway area at all.  I’LL MOVE IT, be right back.”

I hopped off my table, robed up, slippered up, and went out to Main Street in Williamsville in the slurries (rainy flurries), waved at the office workers who blew me in and moved my car.

My keys in hand

I traipsed back upstairs through the salon and de-robed, unslippered again, and finished my massage.

Before I got back into my car, however, I went in to apologize (maybe a little facetiously) because I wasn’t blocking shit.  OK?  Nobody was at the desk.  So I pulled out one of Lawyerboy’s cards, (he’s gonna be-mad-at-me) and wrote on the back.  ”So sorry to have parked 2″  close to your driveway.  Happy Festivus”.

Love,

Little Miss Sunshine

P.S. Wouldn’t have happened at Spa Alexis at the Hyatt, they have valet parking.

See those leaves? My bumper was in front of them. Just saying.