Umm.  So.  I yelped this place like I do before I go just about anywhere.  My Mom had a gift card for here from someone and didn't want it, so she said I could use it during my quick visit home.  Solid 4.5 star rating.  I've had a reflexology massage before.  No problem, thanks, Mom!\n\nI'm pretty open-minded, but I could NOT get into this place.  It's all one big open room with like half walls separating massage areas.  A nice lady comes in to do her thing, and she was sweet and did an alright job.  But I couldn't chill cause you hear all the slapping from everyone else, people coming and going, side conversations... But okay fine, this is technically a free massage afterall, so, fine.  Then she covers my eyes, and continues to work.  And when the towel was removed from my eyes, a GUY had been massaging me!  I have no idea when they switched!  I don't care that a guy was doing it, but it was a shock to suddenly see a different face.  \n\nThen I'm told to lay face down.  Mr. Massager starts going off on me like I'm his punching bag.  I'm wondering what I ever did to this guy to deserve this beating.  But I tell myself, Okay maybe it's toxins leaving my system or whatever, maybe I should expect some discomfort, and I tough it out.  BUT THEN.  Homeboy gets a candy out of this dish that's sitting on this little table and proceeds to roll it around in his mouth and suck on it and slobber all over it for the remainder of my treatment.  SO GROSS.  And he's rubbing all deep and somehow manages to basically lay his junk all over my head while he's doing it.  I'm half laughing and half totally embarrassed and disgusted to even type that!  UGHGHHH!  There was zero communication, he pulls up my shirt and unhooks my BRA and I'm thinking, DID I YELP THE CORRECT PLACE???  (For the record, yes, I did yelp the correct place).  DO PEOPLE REALLY LIKE THIS??  IS THIS HOW IT'S DONE??  WHEN IS THIS GOING TO BE OVER??? WHO GAVE MY MOM THIS GIFTCARD ANYWAY???  WHAT AM I DOING HERE AND WHERE IS THE NEAREST EXIT?? Good thing I went in and my Mom didn't, she would have probably killed somebody.  There's my good deed for the day... sacrificing the worst hour of my week so my Mom didn't have to suffer through it instead.  Way to take one for the team, self.  \n\nI couldn't waitttt for my time to be up.  Holy moly.  I got out of there so fast.  All in all, a terrible experience, thumbs down, never again.