Massage Chair That I Never Wanted
Massage chairs are cool, I think most people would agree with that. Three years ago though, I was not of that opinion. I thought shiatsu massage chairs were stupid. I used to get real massages, and to be honest I never thought a massage chair would interest me. How could a machine do the job of a real massage therapist? Plus, massage chairs arent hot, and my therapist is a blonde Swedish lady named Inga. Anyway, one night when I was a freshman, I went to a bingo game in New York with my girlfriend. Don't see where this is going? Well, I do have a point, I promise; one of the prizes for this bingo game was a premier massage chair.
Massage chairs were enough to get most people excited about bingo, if bingo is ever exciting, but I had my eyes on the second place prize, a sweet foosball table. Now foosball tables are something I can get excited about. I love foosball, in fact Ive been somewhat obsessed with it for years, ever since I was growing up in New York. The massage chair was the big prize supposedly, but I had I always wanted a foosball table of my own, so I set my eyes on that prize very early on. I was doing pretty well too. The goal was to make a Z on the bingo board, and that would win you a foosball table. If you got a full X on the bingo board, you got the $3,000 massage chair.
A massage chair for an X? Not a bad deal, we paid 5 bucks to get in, after all. To be honest though, Ive never won bingo in my life, so I wasnt really expecting to win anything. As it turned out, as badly as I wanted that Z, I ended up with an X. That means that, unfortunately for me, I won a $3,000 shiatsu massage chair.
The massage chair was not my bag at first, as some people might say, but it grew on me pretty quick. The first time I sat down, I realized that I had been unfair to my new friend. This massage chair was freaking amazing, it really was almost as good as Inga. The chair was not very hot I suppose, or at least not blonde and Swedish, but it sure gave an excellent massage. My original dilemma remained though, how could I get me a table for foosballin?
The question was soon solved by my wonderful massage chair. I realized that people would pay good money to get a massage of this quality, so I decided to rent that bad boy out. My dorm room became a massage parlor, but the kind where only massage happens. I charged 5 dollars for ten minutes in my massage chair, and I had a line down my hallway. In about two months I had enough to buy a table. So, in the end I won out big. I had what I originally wanted, plus what is possibly the worlds sickest massage chair.