I move from Heavenly Gingerlily and cleanse and condition my hair with Heavenly Lily Pili. So much nicer. I'm tempted to us Heavenly Lily Pili on my torso, but a fear of encouraging lustrous hair tither gives me pause. I debate the risk of using the Heavenly shampoo and conditioner on my legs, but my fear is deep rooted and years of waxing has done little to allay that fear. I reluctantly refrain and rest content with Heavenly Lily Pili on my head. Yep. I just like to say it. Heavenly Lily Pili. Lily Pili. Lily Pili. Lily Pili. How marvelously silly.
As I dress for my departure, I read a notice about lockers for shoes. Hmmmm. This could be handy - give them a home instead of carting them back and forth every day. I can see them at the bottom of the lockers and my desire for them is inversely proportional to the number that's still left on offer. Still, bolone mein kya jata re kicks in and I inquire with the reception. A different chirpy chappie this time beams at me, "Of course we do". Naively, I respond with a "Great! I'd love one". "Would you like me to tell you the terms?". Alarm bells start somewhere at the back of my head. "Sure". "It's $25 down and then along with the fortnightly charges for the gym it another $15". "Are you serious - $30 a month for my shoes to live here? Oh my. It's ok, I'll just cart them around".
$25 + $15 every fortnight to rent a locker to house my shoes. a) No wonder they still have them available b) Are you fucking kidding me? c) Real estate prices in the CBD are ludicrous d) Guess I should be grateful for my otherwise exorbitant rent!
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