I've long believed that Bubble Tea shops are a front for some illicit activity or other.
Really, who likes drinking fluorescent liquid containing bullet-like tapioca balls?
So, imagine my delight when one of my co-workers signed up for a series of pre-paid massages at the Spring Spa, above Tea Shop 168 on Yonge Street.
Young NW showed up for his massage and was met by a young Asian woman who spoke barely any English.
He was ushered into a cold and sterile room. After less than an hour of half-hearted kneading, she suddenly announced "Finish", and fled the room.
When he left, they gave him a receipt signed by a man named Peter, with Peter's RMT number.
Moral: don't drink that stuff.
1 comment:
Well, for pre-paid massages above a tea-room, I would have appreciated a bit more than some half-hearted kneads. But maybe they can't give an insurance receipt for that.
But maybe that's just me.
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