A Visit to the "Spa"

I walk in to the exquisitely decorated waiting room. Soothing music is playing in the background. The waiting area is surrounded by a glass wall. A soothing waterfall trickles down over the glass panes. I am greeted by the friendly receptionist who assures me that I don't have to sign in since she has noticed that I've arrived. The children immediately go to the mini-theater - a beautiful room with a comfy couch, velvet curtains and a plasma TV mounted on the wall. They emerge briefly to ask the receptionist to put in their favorite movie, and she happily complies.

I take a seat in the waterfall waiting room. Another plasma TV is airing a less exciting CNN. I try to decide whether I want a cup of coffee (there are 3 flavors, it's so hard to decide), a bottle of water or a juice box from the juice bar. I go with the cold water - very refreshing.

Soon, another woman comes to lead me back to my private room. She asks if I want to start with a paraffin wax hand treatment and a heated neck pillow. I hesitate. . . . ."um, sure", I reply.

Ok, thus far you have no idea where I am, correct? It sounds like a spa, right?

So here's what happens next, after I'm all cozy with my wax mittens and the heat from the neck pillow soaking into my muscles: the hygienist proceeds with scraping all the built-up tartar off my teeth, flossing in places that haven't been touched in 6 months, and giving my teeth a sound cleaning.

Yeah, this is my dentist's office - can you believe it??? It is truly a place of luxury. I'm tempted to schedule dentist appointments on a weekly basis. If they start giving massages, I'm there.