Last Friday I did something different. Blog-Stedman and the boys had given me a spa gift certificate for Mother’s Day and I gleefully redeemed it.
I called the spa that morning to see if they had any availability that day since my mom was coming and could watch the boys. Thank God for grandma!
They had an afternoon appointment open in which I could receive a massage followed by a facial. The stars had aligned correctly and mommy was going to the spa…
It was fabulous in a way that I could feel myself feeling how fabulous it was the entire time.
I was relaxed.
I was pampered.
I was restfully ecstatic.
The whole afternoon went without incident. The whole afternoon went without incident. The whole afternoon went without incident! In fact, it was so incident-free that I was reflecting on how incident-free the whole experience had been while getting dressed after the appointment.
Why would I be surprised of the afternoon’s incident-freeness?
Things usually just happen to me. I am not complaining, but the truth is things seldom run incident-free.
So I was reveling in the incident-free nature of the afternoon when I reach for my shoes…
…which I soon realized had been LOCKED into the locker beneath mine.
It is a bit hard to see in these pictures, but the lockers have a cut-out where the top locker’s door covers some area of the locker below and the bottom locker’s door covers some of the upper locker. This place was very fancy.
So, I put on my provided spa flip-flops and went out to the front desk to report my shoe loss. They were very nice and assured me that it happens all the time…
Which I totally don’t believe because it took the locker manual, two locker unlockers (I am sure that is the scientific name for it), two spa employees and 25 minutes to retrieve my shoes.
I left the spa feeling all was right with the world because really, incident-free is so boring…
Is this the spa with the great tile? Or the one next to Saks & Neimans at a certain mall?
As I sit here with a crick in my neck, I am envious of your spa day and of your code yellow incident.
I’m one of those people who think that if we win the lottery, one of us will immediately get run over by a Mack truck.
Incident-free…I am as of yet unfamiliar with the experience. Jungle green with envy.
I don’t the universe likes us to be too relaxed.
consider the incident a beta test of the stress release. Obviously the massage held up.
I just found your blog and wanted to drop by and say hi and that I’ll be adding you to my new blogroll. I can’t believe it took 2 people 25 minutes to free you shoes!
Whew. I was going to be disappointed if there was no incident.
Well done!
I was half expecting you to tell us that they found some Crocs for you to wear!
Hope the shoe incident didn’t stress you out after your massage!
I always feel a bit relieved when a SMALL thing goes around, because then I know that I won’t be smoted for having had a perfect day.
Yes, it’s better to have some little thing go wrong, so as not to anger the incident-loving gods…