"This makes my apartment look like trash," I exclaimed during a recent massage. The muscles in both my back and feet were being kneaded, with heat being luxuriously applied to the surface of my skin.
I wasn't on holiday, nor at the incredible Thai massage place across the street that frequently takes care of my neck problems. I was in the back of the new Audi A8 Quattro with my legs propped up and the TV on. And I never wanted to leave.