Have you ever been to get a professional massage? It can be pretty great. All of the jacked-up knots and blocks in your back get worked out by a trained professional, and you walk out with a spring in your step.
Or, if you're writer Pamela Ribon, you have the most disgusting, panic-inducing, and eventually hilarious experience possible. In her essay "How I Might Have Just Become the Newest Urban Legend", Ribon recounts a disgusting trip to the massage parlor that starts with bodily fluids in the dark and only gets grosser from there.
It's not for the faint of heart, but if you can handle it, it is hilarious.
You guys enjoy that? Did anyone else laugh as much as I did? Or maybe wish you'd never read it? Did it make you never, ever want to go get a massage again? (Or maybe just not go to that one?)
Feel free to discuss that, or whatever else, here or over in the Talk Amongst Yourselves forum. Have good chatting, and always pat the table down before you climb on.