Day 16: Spas, Ipod and Everybody Loves Raymond except for me.
Spas, Ipod and Everybody loves Raymond except for me.
Well, here I am at the spa on a mini-break. I tis suppose to be relaxing, quiet a place to unwind and it is if I turn on my Ipod.
Stop Talking, Stop Talking, stop TALKING!!
I am in the women’s locker room slash hot tub, sauna/steam room.
Its not very big, especially the sauna/steam room area which are the size of large bathrooms. There are women, a lot of women. I am sooo jealous of my guy cause he is on the men’s side and there is pretty much one other guy and they don’t talk, women on the other hand can’t seem to not talk.
Its said that women speak on average 20,000 words per day and I think here it doubles. Men, on the other hand are at 7,000 words per day here I think it goes down to something like 2, hello and goodbye.
Stop talking Stop Talking please stop talking.
I am heading towards the steam room, don’t bring my ipod in cause I am scared it will get zapped. Am sooo wishing I had the underwater Ipod case which I heard exists. I hope it exists cause I am sure getting one.
Here I am in the steam room. Ahhhh, lovely steam make me relax. Nope, 2 minutes later here come 4 women, damn. Apparently they are oblivious to my being there because they talk and talk about there husbands dysfunctional body parts, money problems, their annoying children and the show Everybody loves raymond. they talk about Everybody loves raymond for most of the time they are in the steam room and then out into the lounge area. “Oh, I just love that Raymond, good thing we have reruns I just don’t know what I would do without Raymond.” “Oh I know, did you hear that the wife was an alcoholic?” “Really?!!” Well, yes. you know the lady who does the grocery commercials.”
Stop talking, stop talking stop talking!!
There used to be signs in here that read. “Please be quiet have consideration for others.” The signs are gone. I remember them because I used to stare at them when I was here 2 years ago. I stared at them whenever that hot tub filled up with women talking about various hair issues. Now, for some reason, the signs have given up. I think, perhaps, they became tired of all the talking and left.
Here I am on a lounge chair. YES!! Ipod Time!! Awesome Ipod, I love you I can take you anywhere. I can stand in line at Starbucks and not listen to the person behind talk on her cell phone about her bad kids. I can listen to Kings of convenience, Teitur, Emiliana Torrini. I don’t have to listen to anyone. Yes!!
Here I am on the lounge chair mit (with in German) sunglasses. Sun comes through the windows and its bright but there is another handy reason to wear sunglasses. Women seem to think you can’t see them staring at your body when you have sunglasses on. So I watch, I watch the women waiting, patiently waiting for the slip of the towel for that glimpse od cellulite on the skinny girl, for that glimpse of aged skin on the older woman. They study and wait, wait for someone’s flaw to show so they can feel better about themselves. Some women are name and some are not. Myself knowing that all eyes are on me I am covered in a towel. But they wait. “why is that girl in a towel?” they are thinking. Mmmm, does she have a scar? She’s thin she should remove her towel its nicer without the towel. “Oh that women should definitely put on a towel.” she needs to make friends with a trainer. Ahhh yes a skinny girl oh she’s gorgeous, wait...wait...waaaaaaiiiiit...............yeS!!! Cellulite bingo now I can go back to my candy bar.
I wait and wait until the room is clear. I slowly make my way to the hot tub, two steps, my ankle still hurts from my sprain and I want to soak it. I dangle my feet in and wait and wonder? Should I drop my towel? Should I get in? I want to get in. Ahhh yes, no one is around, the chatting women have gone. Up I go. I stand up, drop my towel and bingo here is the towel lady with her fresh towels staring right at me. I completely am outstretched and flashing her in all my glory. I sink into the tub.
“Ahhh, whatever like she hasn’t seen these bits and pieces before. Ohhh, great here comes a pack of 4 chatting women yet again.”
Stop Talking, Stop Talking, Stop Talking!!!
Ipod, take me away.
The end.
Well, here I am at the spa on a mini-break. I tis suppose to be relaxing, quiet a place to unwind and it is if I turn on my Ipod.
Stop Talking, Stop Talking, stop TALKING!!
I am in the women’s locker room slash hot tub, sauna/steam room.
Its not very big, especially the sauna/steam room area which are the size of large bathrooms. There are women, a lot of women. I am sooo jealous of my guy cause he is on the men’s side and there is pretty much one other guy and they don’t talk, women on the other hand can’t seem to not talk.
Its said that women speak on average 20,000 words per day and I think here it doubles. Men, on the other hand are at 7,000 words per day here I think it goes down to something like 2, hello and goodbye.
Stop talking Stop Talking please stop talking.
I am heading towards the steam room, don’t bring my ipod in cause I am scared it will get zapped. Am sooo wishing I had the underwater Ipod case which I heard exists. I hope it exists cause I am sure getting one.
Here I am in the steam room. Ahhhh, lovely steam make me relax. Nope, 2 minutes later here come 4 women, damn. Apparently they are oblivious to my being there because they talk and talk about there husbands dysfunctional body parts, money problems, their annoying children and the show Everybody loves raymond. they talk about Everybody loves raymond for most of the time they are in the steam room and then out into the lounge area. “Oh, I just love that Raymond, good thing we have reruns I just don’t know what I would do without Raymond.” “Oh I know, did you hear that the wife was an alcoholic?” “Really?!!” Well, yes. you know the lady who does the grocery commercials.”
Stop talking, stop talking stop talking!!
There used to be signs in here that read. “Please be quiet have consideration for others.” The signs are gone. I remember them because I used to stare at them when I was here 2 years ago. I stared at them whenever that hot tub filled up with women talking about various hair issues. Now, for some reason, the signs have given up. I think, perhaps, they became tired of all the talking and left.
Here I am on a lounge chair. YES!! Ipod Time!! Awesome Ipod, I love you I can take you anywhere. I can stand in line at Starbucks and not listen to the person behind talk on her cell phone about her bad kids. I can listen to Kings of convenience, Teitur, Emiliana Torrini. I don’t have to listen to anyone. Yes!!
Here I am on the lounge chair mit (with in German) sunglasses. Sun comes through the windows and its bright but there is another handy reason to wear sunglasses. Women seem to think you can’t see them staring at your body when you have sunglasses on. So I watch, I watch the women waiting, patiently waiting for the slip of the towel for that glimpse od cellulite on the skinny girl, for that glimpse of aged skin on the older woman. They study and wait, wait for someone’s flaw to show so they can feel better about themselves. Some women are name and some are not. Myself knowing that all eyes are on me I am covered in a towel. But they wait. “why is that girl in a towel?” they are thinking. Mmmm, does she have a scar? She’s thin she should remove her towel its nicer without the towel. “Oh that women should definitely put on a towel.” she needs to make friends with a trainer. Ahhh yes a skinny girl oh she’s gorgeous, wait...wait...waaaaaaiiiiit...............yeS!!! Cellulite bingo now I can go back to my candy bar.
I wait and wait until the room is clear. I slowly make my way to the hot tub, two steps, my ankle still hurts from my sprain and I want to soak it. I dangle my feet in and wait and wonder? Should I drop my towel? Should I get in? I want to get in. Ahhh yes, no one is around, the chatting women have gone. Up I go. I stand up, drop my towel and bingo here is the towel lady with her fresh towels staring right at me. I completely am outstretched and flashing her in all my glory. I sink into the tub.
“Ahhh, whatever like she hasn’t seen these bits and pieces before. Ohhh, great here comes a pack of 4 chatting women yet again.”
Stop Talking, Stop Talking, Stop Talking!!!
Ipod, take me away.
The end.
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