Takeout from an AMP
I'm vacationing in Minneapolis this week, and of course I had to visit the Mall of America. Walking around in the wrong shoes made my back ache, so I hir up one of the Massage Stores on the third floor.
I was greated by an older Asian woman and handed over to a younger gal. The entire time the older woman is teasing the younger one, telling me "maybe she give you extra time". I don't speak whatever language they were using, but it was obvious the older gal was legit messing with the younger one. I'm guessing they are related? Anyway, the table massage was so-so.
As I'm paying the older gal yells out, "you give him number yet?" And the younger one goes red faced. I play the the straight man and say "Well, how about that number?" By golly she gave it to me. There is no way in hell that should have worked.
I called her after her shift ended, took her out. I was surprised her broken English/Asian accent dropped by about 50%. I guess she plays it up for work?
Anyway, wound up back at my hotel. She stayed the night and we're going out again today. I kinda wish we didn't live 6 hours apart.
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