After a day of tromping around Melbourne, our feet were beat. So when we saw a sign in a store window advertising foot massages, we walked in the door just as fast as our feet would carry us.
If you’ve never had a foot massage, you’ll just need to trust me on this: There is absolutely nothing better than getting your toes fingered. Fifty minutes, sixty dollars, almost infinite pleasure.
Back in the 1960s there was a famous ad campaign based on the line, “What’s the ugliest part of your body?” The unexpected answer was “your feet.” The ads were clearly referring to the kind of feet Jamie and I have dangling at the end of our appendages. Good god, man, our feet look like four bags of walnuts.
Nevertheless, Mandi and Joy never lost their smiles.
I would love to try one but I live so far out in the sticks of eastern New Mexico it’s three hours to the nearest city where a foot parlor may be.