Quick story about a somewhat out of the ordinary "happy ending" at the massage parlor we all know and love called Zona Blue:
Last Friday, 12 Oct I met a good CRT buddy and his wingman at the SL around noon while they were finishing up a late breakfast. (I'll keep the handles anonymous and let them decide to pipe in if they care to).
Anyway, they were both basking in the glow of the sexual satiation we all seek when in our favorite latin american city, and chatting away blissfully on the present mornings experience at Zona Blue. The "wing" had sessioned with Angie, and relayed his encounter to us in a most gentlemanly manner, and I, having overslept and missed a Pacuare River rafting expedition with my own two wings, was now even more eager to "hit the MPs" as we say. As lovely Priscilla came to collect la cuenta, the wing, with fingers fishing about for dinero in one of his pant pockets, turned panic - stricken. :shock:
His wedding ring was missing!
After searching his brain, retracing the morning's movements, he decided that the ring must of slipped out of his pants pocket when, at the end of his session, he had dug his fingers in for Angie's propina. And, in the semi-conscious, post - leche, state - of - confusion we all know very very well, the ring came up out of the pocket with the colones and trickled across the floor to some dark unseen corner of the room.
Well I'm sure all you married folks out there can empathize with our "wing" here. Fear was in the air.
So back to ZB we headed. We were hopeful, but thought, "What were the chances of him recovering the ring? This is Costa Rica after all!"
But no! We saw Angie immediately upon re-entry and the cleaning chica was called. Sure enough, the lass whose job it is to wipe up the jism strewn ZB cubicles produced the golden ring of matrimony at once, much to the delight and relief of the "wing" who gave her a much deserved propina for her honesty.
And of course we headed to the bar in a celebratory manner, for an earlier -than - usual commencement of the daily alcoholic intake
So cudos to Eddie and the gang at ZB for doing the right thing!
PHX
Last Friday, 12 Oct I met a good CRT buddy and his wingman at the SL around noon while they were finishing up a late breakfast. (I'll keep the handles anonymous and let them decide to pipe in if they care to).
Anyway, they were both basking in the glow of the sexual satiation we all seek when in our favorite latin american city, and chatting away blissfully on the present mornings experience at Zona Blue. The "wing" had sessioned with Angie, and relayed his encounter to us in a most gentlemanly manner, and I, having overslept and missed a Pacuare River rafting expedition with my own two wings, was now even more eager to "hit the MPs" as we say. As lovely Priscilla came to collect la cuenta, the wing, with fingers fishing about for dinero in one of his pant pockets, turned panic - stricken. :shock:
His wedding ring was missing!
After searching his brain, retracing the morning's movements, he decided that the ring must of slipped out of his pants pocket when, at the end of his session, he had dug his fingers in for Angie's propina. And, in the semi-conscious, post - leche, state - of - confusion we all know very very well, the ring came up out of the pocket with the colones and trickled across the floor to some dark unseen corner of the room.
Well I'm sure all you married folks out there can empathize with our "wing" here. Fear was in the air.
So back to ZB we headed. We were hopeful, but thought, "What were the chances of him recovering the ring? This is Costa Rica after all!"
But no! We saw Angie immediately upon re-entry and the cleaning chica was called. Sure enough, the lass whose job it is to wipe up the jism strewn ZB cubicles produced the golden ring of matrimony at once, much to the delight and relief of the "wing" who gave her a much deserved propina for her honesty.
And of course we headed to the bar in a celebratory manner, for an earlier -than - usual commencement of the daily alcoholic intake
So cudos to Eddie and the gang at ZB for doing the right thing!
PHX