What's Wrong With Me?

Chapter 4: To the spa we go!

We decided to go to the spa the next morning. Little did we know it would turn out to be the worst spa date ever!

Kia came up with the idea that we wear short sundresses, since it was about 90 degrees F. outside. I decided on a pink and green one shoulder dress about 4 inches above the knee. Kia chose a pink and yellow halter styled dress. Of course since we stayed the night at my house, the dresses were both mine. 

On the way to the spa (we decided to walk since it was about 5 blocks away) we stopped for a ice cream cone at 'Leche Helada,' a spanish Lechería or dairy/creamery shop. They serve the best ice cream in this city. Today I decided on a pala doble dulce tuerca y del chocolate cono de helado. In English that is a double scoop sweet nut and chocolate ice cream cone. Kia got something similar to what I chose. We paid our expenses, left, and continued our walk.

During our walk I managed to trip and accidentally dropped a scoop of my ice cream. It just so happened that since Kia was walking ahead of me a little, the scoop landed on the back of her shoe. 

How can I ever be beautiful if I'm so clumsy? I wondered. I must have spoken that thought aloud.

"Why don't you think about something other than being beautiful today, Jansie. We're going to the spa for pure fun only. You want to relax right? I do too. Now, Jan it's okay. I'm not mad that you dropped your ice cream on me. I can just wipe it off, but calm down will you. Please!" Kia can be so over dramatic at times. I did not once complain, or act like I was not calm. I simply asked myself one little question.

"If anything, sweetie, you're the one that is complaining," I point out, " I did not say anything wrong, I just asked a question to myself, or so I thought."

"Whatever." 

She's on my nerves right now. I can see the Spa now, it's about one block left. I attempt to scarf down the last few bites of my cone. I do so in a fashionable manner. There's a waste basket on the corner of this block. As I go to throw away my paper napkin, three girls walking together look at me, and then laugh. My middle finger is up in the air, flying high, before I realize what I'm doing is not beautiful in any way. I hear some profanity directed towards me. I march right over to them and demand one of them to speak.

"What's wrong with you three? What's the problem?" I ask as nicely as I possibly can.

"You're the girl that was picking on us yesterday in the park." This girl has her fingers all up in my face, I push it down, out of my face. "Don't touch me butt face" What was she, like three?

"I don't know who you are, I did NOT see you at no park yesterday, and I am NOT A BUTT FACE!" My voice is rising uncontrollably. "You clearly have me confused for somebody else." I attempted to walk past the one I was talking to and continue on to the spa. As soon as I passed her, she slapped the crap out of the back of my head. Where is Kia? "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM LITTLE GIRL!" I give her the evil eye, and keep on with my walk. I don't want to have to slap somebody's child today.

I don't even have to think for one second that hitting somebody you don't know definitely does not define beautiful.

I finally make it to the spa, lo and behold Kia is already here. Looks like she decided on the mud bath first. Not me. I'm going to the masseuse first. I've been needing a massage, a professional massage for some weeks now. I have this annoying ache in my lower back and it usually feels better when I stretch it out. The problem is that it occurs almost every time I walk long distances. I'm hoping this woman can help me out with this slight issue of mines.

"Hi, My name is Jansie. I'm here today for the Masseuse, Mani/Pedi, and facial. I was told over the phone the price would total $61.75." I know, it's kind of expensive.