I’m ushered back to a private room and asked to have a seat. The nice lady reclines my chair with a foot pedal and tells me to relax. She flutters off to get the next room ready.
In a few moments she’s back again. She gives me special shoes to wear and guides me across the hall.
After a quick treatment, I go back to my recliner, which she again operates for me. I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in a long time.
Soon, a man comes in. He rubs my feet. He takes him time, going back over places I tell him are sore. Too soon, he’s gone.
The nice lady comes back again and I get ready to leave. She gives me a new shoe and we walk to the front desk. I make another appointment. I can’t wait to come back.
Where am I?
Did you guess? I’m at the podiatrist. My foot is broken.
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