I hear a lot of women saying how they love to go to the spa. They love to get a massage and get their nails done, they love the soothing new age music and the aroma therapy. It’s a treat to get away for a couple of hours and relax and recharge.
I’ve been to the spa a couple of times and it was nice and all, but being a person who freaks out a little at the thought of being touched by a stranger, I’d rather go to Half Price books.
This morning, I was feeling the need to get away and recharge, so I drove to the Half Price Books spa where I spent a couple of hours relaxing and recharging.
Whereas the spa plays new age music in the background, at Half Price Books Dean Martin was crooning quietly in the background.
Whereas the spa smells of heather and lavender, Half Price Books smells of books and coffee.
Whereas at the spa, I’m clothed only in a towel while strange people touch me, that almost never happens at Half Price Books.
The spa usually costs about $100 and I leave with polished toe nails.
At Half Price Books today, I spent $30 and got a big bag of books and movies. And I didn’t have to tip anyone.
You can go to the spa. I’m going to Half Price Books.