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In The Arms of Another: Mall Massage Chair and Me

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My daughter and I walked around the shopping center to a point at which I finally announced, I was sick of shopping.  Our quest for a comfortable seat ended at a pair of “Pay-As-You-Go” black vinyl massage chairs.    “Can we try them?” Krista asked. “Why not? It’s only a dollar,” I said. As soon as Krista’s chair motor started up, she jumped up and out.  “It feels like it’s trying to pinch my spine,” she exclaimed. “No, it’s just working out the kinks,” I purred.  As she cautiously plunked back in her seat, the mechanism in my seat was luxuriously swirling the backs of my shoulders.  I was starting to relax. Until the spin cycle started. “Mom, are you having a seizure?”   “Nonononno,”  I stammered, shimmying like I’ve never shimmied before.  The chair was making me do unspeakable things.  Things I definitely did not want to do--especially in public. My chair faced the entrance to a “Game Stop” store where numerous ma...