I occasionally head back to my hometown to catch up with family and friends - and, of course, to pay a visit to my favourite local Asian massage place. You know the kind: peaceful music, aromatic oils, and a team that knows exactly where your spine stores all your secrets.
Last Christmas, while crashing at my brother’s place, I casually mentioned my back was killing me and I could really go for a good massage. Without missing a beat, he smirked and said, “Yeah… one of those dodgy Chinese massages, eh?” I had indeed had a happy massage a few days before.
I laughed it off at the time, thinking nothing of it. I mean, who wouldn’t want a relaxing massage after being force-fed 10 servings of turkey?
Fast forward to this week - I’m back in town for a summer visit. Naturally, I made a pit stop at my usual massage spot. When I got back to my brother’s place, he walked in, raised an eyebrow, and asked, “So… get your back sorted?”
Now this time, I decided to press him on it.
Turns out, his office is directly across the street from the massage shop. Apparently, he and his coworkers often enjoy a bit of "people watching" - and by that I mean they’ve turned spotting dodgy massage customers going in and out of the shop into an Olympic sport. And yes, he’s seen me there. Multiple times.
Oops.
Honestly, I wasn’t bothered - we had a good laugh about it. But let this be a reminder: in small towns, even your self-care isn’t safe from the gossip grapevine. Next time a cheap beard disguise from Temu might be in order!!!