First, she started by pouring a handful of Head and shoulders onto my dry hair and working it into my scalp with the assistance of a few drops of water drizzled out of another shampoo bottle. Then I was instructed to lay down with my head in one of those hair washing sinks. There was a bed in front of the sink, a patent leather bed, so I laid down and she rinsed out the shampoo.
Then she began to massage my temples and my eyes began to close. Soon enough she was scrubbing my nose with some minty scented exfoliant. The bed fell away beneath me and my body began to float. She began to grow fingers, a thousand of them to be precise. She was having a field day with my prominent chin, clapping her hands together as they connected at the end of my jaw line. She continued rubbing my face for half an eternity before she began working on my neck and shoulders. And when my time was up she lifted my head forcefully, throwing my noodly body off the end of the table and into a standing position, a white cotton turban atop my spinning head. Then she sat me down and continued to work on my shoulders and back. After 45 minutes she smiled and asked for money. I wanted to tip but all I had was 21,500 dong, about a dollar and twenty eight cents. She took it gleefully as all the other girls giggled at my loopy countenance.
I've been looking at the Asian culture all wrong. My hair smells nice and my face is aglow. I'll be sad to leave this strange, happy country.