For my birthday on January 27th, I treated myself to the Phyto-Marine body slimming treatment. A treat? Not-so-much...
There were several factors that I feel are simply unacceptable at a spa. I was advised that this body wrap would be different from the ace bandage wraps of the past; and the therapist did explain to me the details of the “wrapping” process itself. However, I was surprised and disheartened to realize later that the “treatment” actually entailed the rubbing of some exfoliation mixture and seaweed on my lower legs (skipping the knees), on parts of my thighs (barely skimming obvious problem areas, like the backs of the thighs), the outer part of my upper arms and my back from shoulders to the lower back, skipping the buttocks entirely, sticking a blanket to my body and placing the portable sauna over me.
In my opinion, slapping on a product does not in any way constitute a “toning cellulite reducing massage”. And I guess I’m supposed to assume that the infrared sauna was intended to serve as the “steam shower” mentioned in the description? Or perhaps the “steam shower” was being escorted to a bathroom to rinse off the residue of the “seaweed” mixture? I was left to find my own way back to the treatment room where I found the therapist cleaning the room and preparing for her next treatment. She did ask me how I felt as she left the room to allow me to get dressed. I was so surprised that this was the ending of my “treatment,” that I hardly knew what to say.
In addition, I was not welcomed upon my arrival; and I was not offered even a cup of water, at any time during my visit—especially unacceptable after being in the sauna. This treatment left my skin dried out and in need of moisturizing, which is surprising since I’ve never heard of being sent away from a spa in such a state. While I didn’t expect a miracle, I have had wonderful spa experiences (including body wraps) in the past, so I know at least generally what to expect. To add to the joy of the experience, I was not thanked for my business, for spending my hard-earned money or asked to return.
Then, t o add insult to injury, when I wrote the spa to tell them of my experience, I was told that since I hadn't had the treatment before, I didn't know what I was talking about. And since the therapist insisted that she did exfoliate my full body - "knees, thighs and butt included," I guess that means that I also don't have sense enough to know when someone is touching my butt or not. The manager had no comment about the so-called steam shower or that toning cellulite massage that were a part of the product description but not a part of the actual treatment session. To her credit, the manager did offer me a nail session to "make up” for my bad experience. But offering me a cheap substitute after telling me that I'm too stupid to know when I've been cheated makes up for nothing--and only ensures that I will never go to Spa in the City (or maybe it should be called Spa in the Ghetto) again. And I’m making sure that the word is definitely getting around.
If you want a relaxing, nurturing spa experience, this ain't it!
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