sore feet

Last Saturday evening David and I went into the home show at the Exhibition building.  It had been a big week and my feet were throbbing and I yearned for a foot massage.  I had my most comfy shoes on but they weren't helping much. We did the rounds of the kitchens - twice - just to make sure we had seen everything.  After all that was why we were there, then we wandered around the rest of the exhibits.  We saw  BBQ's, bamboo flooring, heating systems, bathrooms and a huge foot massager.   There were two women enjoying a massage and I slowly walked past.  I lingered and looked longingly at the two lucky ladies.  They seemed to be settled in and going now where in a hurry.  Lucky them.  I wouldn't be in a hurry to leave either.   I eventually walked on and several stalls later I could take it no longer.   I'm going back for a foot massage.  That was all my feet needed to hear.  Even if I changed my mind half way there my feet weren't going to stop until they were cocooned in one of those beautiful massages.   I hoped at least one of the ladies were gone by the time I got back there and oh joy one of the massages was empty.  I looked longingly at the salesman.  
Seet down ere and take off the sooes.  I didn't need any encouragement.  I slipped my feet into the huge boot like  machine.  He turned it on.  The sides of the machine squeezed onto my ankles and I jumped in fright.  I thought the machine had gone mad and was about to crush my legs.  Then it began to relax and I relaxed as it squeezed and pummelled my feet.  Oh this is just fantastic, oh this is bliss, oh this is so totally worth it.  I was in  absolute heaven.  I closed my eyes and oohed and arghed as the massage continued.  It took me a while to realize that the salesman was next to me and talking to me.  Thees machine is 100 dollar off.  Eef you by now just 699.  A guy wandered over and the salesman left me for a moment.  I closed my eyes.  A couple of minutes later I opened them again.  The guy was sitting in the other machine.  His girlfriend looked on totally unimpressed.  Does it come in black?  he asked.   No juss two colour.   Thees and thet.  The guy wandered off and the saleman came back to me.  He was going to have to prise me out of that machine to get me to leave.  I was happy to listen to any speel that he wanted to give me for a few extra minutes there.   Then he reached over and turned it off.  I felt deflated. You buy? he asked. 
No sorry. 
You put yure shoe back on. he said as he started spruiking the women walking past.  I walked away with my feet feeling fantastic.  Then I had a pang of guilt.  Was I a bad person for using the poor guys machine when I had no intention of buying it?   But then I reasoned I was desperate and I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.