Jankled!

The first of the three Dinner & A Movie fundraisers was Friday night, but after so many hours standing over a hot stove, my ankle started to give.  By the end of the night, the jankle was kaput.  By bedtime, i couldn't put any weight on it at all and basically had to crawl around or hop on one foot for the next day or so.  Saturday it wiped me out totally and I was pretty immobilized.  I made a lot of use of my ridiculously extensive media library, including a nostalgic viewing of Oh Heavenly Dog!  By Sunday evening, it had recuperated enough for some hobbling about and I got a few errands done.  Superfriend had been talking about a new foot massage place on Irving advertising an hour foot and shoulder massage for $25.  By then I really wanted one.  I scouted it out and the sign flashed that they were open until 10 p.m. every day and I was in.

It was a hassle getting over there in the dark and the rain but I found parking and hobbled over to find two people chilling outside the asian shop in bright blue "Relax Feet" t-shirts.  I tried to engage them in conversation about the shop and their services and if I could carry in a beverage for the foot massage time.  This was an odd "conversation" with the guy giving me somewhat non-sequitur answers and the woman giving me the "shush" sound and sign (finger to lips) repeatedly and offering only the word "Chinese" from time to time.  (I get it, it's a Chinese massage.  Can I bring in a coffee?)

I eventually inquired what up with all the shushing and I finally clued into that they spoke no English, only Chinese.  She then pointed to the door and said "English," which I took to mean that if I wanted to find an English-speaking person, I would have to inquire within.

Inside the Lucky Lucky Happy Relax Feet Lucky Dragon Massage place (I'm guessing.  There were a lot of characters in their signage, with only three English words below reading: "Relax Feet Massage").  I opened the door to a very dark room, steamy, with black plush carpeting and a dozen black pleather chairs filled patrons being attended to by a variety of pedimasseurs.  I could not enter more than a mere foot into the place, and was awkwardly bound in front of me by the reception desk and behind me by a row of chairs with patrons waiting their turn.  These patrons appeared to be directly from 12c China.  The English skills alluded to by the woman on her break outside amounted to two phrases: "You want feet?"

Why yes, I did in fact "want feet."

and "Reservation?"

No, I did not have a reservation  She pointed to her book to indicate that reservations were encouraged and for the rest of this Sunday night, I was out of luck.  Jack.

I asked if I could call for a reservation, which was met by a perplexed expression, so I pointed to the stack of business cards, took a couple, and mimed calling later.  I hoped perhaps I could make an appointment online where the language barrier would be more of a speed bump.  No such luck, but I will try the phone number and hope for the best.

I may have to rely on Google translate to make my appointment.  Like these awesome girls:



I only wish there was an app that could listen and translate back for me.  Where is that Star Trek Universal Translator?

Relax Feet Massage, three locations, open seven days, 11 am to 10 pm.