The Chair

There is a wonderful gym in the mountains near my village. It is free, located in a beautiful building designed by a famous architect (I don't know who), and steaming hot green tea is available free of charge for your post-workout consumption. I make it to the gym about three times a week, and usually the place is completely empty. On the rare instance that someone else is in the gym while I am there, they are usually older than 60, wear aprons while pumping iron, and need to set their cane down before getting on the treadmill. No joke. Just recently, we have developed "Brains and Brawn Night." "Brains and Brawn Night" involves working out and then playing a rousing game of Scrabble afterwards with fellow English teachers.

Anyway, the real purpose of this post is to show you the amazing massage chair at the gym. It looks like a recliner made for Darth Vader. This is how it works: you put your favorite CD into the CD player in the arm rest of the chair, flip the shield down, and give a relaxing listen. The tunes will melt all of your aches and pains away as the chair massages you to the beat of the music. In a word: divine.



The guy in the chair is Noli--The ivy leaguin', paleontology studyin', off-road unicyclin', two-letter-Scrabble-word-spellin' Texan. Who ever said the only good things to come out of Texas were grapefruit and Tex-Mex?