It was 1988 when I had my first chair massage. My company had booked a trial session for our team of staffing consultants and support staff as a thank-you for a great month, and I wasn't sure what to expect.
That afternoon, a handsome young man in a white coat arrived with a heavy and complicated folding chair contraption, and set up in our conference room. I was first on the schedule, and I sat down in the padded chair, leaned forward onto the headrest, closed my eyes, and he began.
It was absolutely, blissfully awesome, and I was a convert to the power of chair massage.