ED Magedson – Founder
Tinker Massage & Day Spa Studio, L.L.C3949 Tinker Diagonal Del City, Oklahoma USA
Tinker Massage & Day Spa Studio, L.L.C Sabrena A. Wicker "Massage Therapist" stole my license Del City Oklahoma
After I had parked in front and went up to the door, I saw that it was pretty dark inside. I pulled on the handle thinking it was just the tint that made them look closed, but the door wouldn't open. I don't understand why you would keep the door locked at a business when you have enough people there; yeah, it's a shady part of town, but if you don't trust leaving your business door unlocked to accept patrons in - especially when you are expecting them - you probably shouldn't rent space there. After a second try, I started to return to my car. Before I got too far, a woman opened the door and stood in it to ask what I needed. I replied I had an appointment. She seemed confused, but let me in anyways and walked straight to the back. Says I was a really, I took the initiative and sat on the couch in the dark lobby to wait. The place reminds me of that rhetorical expression: "You can put lipstick on a pig". [continued below]....
After a while, another woman dressed in sweat pants and tank top came up to the front and rung out a man exclaiming how amazing she was. I assume that she is Amber, the person who would give my massage. They finally finished and she walked to the back without saying a word to me. By this time, I've decided that maybe I shouldn't have come. But I don't want to be judgmental. Maybe it's just an off day. Plus, that guy was going on and on about her... so I shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
A few minutes later she reappeared and asked if I had filled out the form. Of course, I hadn't - no one had appropriately greeted me or suggested that there was anything I needed to do. She handed me a pen and clipboard which had a stack of general patient forms clipped to it and walked back to the back. I could pretty easily read the imprint from the person that filled one out before me, so I wrote very lightly. Amber came back and, without a word, waited for me to get up to follow her. I did so, she showed me the room and gave me the usual instructions - "undress to your comfort ability and get under the sheets". Before she stepped out, I asked where the bathroom was. She looked at me as if this request was unreasonable just before an hour massage. She then that lamely pointed the way through the wall to which way the bathroom would be.
The massage itself had pros and cons:
Pros: She didn't hesitate on pressure, the music wasn't terrible, and she knew how to strip a muscle
Cons: It could be said that she used way too much pressure - I ended up having a couple of bruises, she used Pandora but doesn't pay the $3.99 a month so the ads don't play, she would skip songs, her move for nails hands were rough & calloused, her nails needed to be clipped, and she shorted me 10 minutes.
At this point I'm thinking mediocre. I've had better.
Afterwards, I started to pay for the service. Wait, they don't accept any plastic. I feel this is a pretty important thing that should be mentioned when making the appointment in the first place over the phone or in person. It's the 21st century. The majority of America doesn't carry cash anymore.
I offered her my license and headed off to the 7-Eleven to get some cash. My online bank hadn't set up my pin, so I had the teller on the phone transfer $30 (massage & tip) to the checking account for which I had checks with me I had no money in it. I was gone about 40 minutes dealing with the bank trying to get her cash. When I got back, she was gone. And my license with her. She didn't tell me before I left that she had to leave soon. She didn't call me to tell me she was leaving. She didn't leave my license so I could pay whoever was still there, take back my license & then drive home.
No. None of that happened.
I down play the getting cash part. Let me give you a taste. I am a busty, white female in Oklahoma's Harlam. Next to Fantasy Island, a strip club. Trying my hardest to get $30 cash. It was getting dark. It was stressful & scary.
Once I got back to the location and knocked on the door to get inside, another trashy looking female answered and told me they expect me to give them the check & then come back the next morning (I live 23 miles away) to pick up my license. Her excuse for Amber taking my license home with her? I stole a service. Uh... no. I left my license to show that I WASN'T stealing. Amber wouldn't answer my phone calls, but apparently she had time to talk to the other girls that worked there. They told me that she wouldn't come back that night, deliver my license to me the next morning, or meet me anywhere. I going to the cops that night to file a report because she had my license and I was 23 miles from home. They told me that she had not done anything illegal. I finally just drove home without my license.
The next day I called twice about 3 hours apart between looking for a friend to go with me to get my license back. Both calls were about the same. I informed them I was going to come, make a payment, & needed my license. "You gotta pay before we'll give it to you." I calmly replied "I realize that; I will be there with a payment." Before heading there, I made sure to grab my checks for the account that has money in it. I had a feeling it that she probably would say she wouldn't take my check, so I tried at two separate places to get some cash for her. Both denied me because my pin wasn't set up and they couldn't take a check without a driver's license (which Amber had). I finally got a couple of friends to go with me and called to let them know I was on my way.
Once at the business, we walked in, I stated I was here to make a payment and pick up my license. To pay her, I needed her name, so I asked the girl that was at the front desk how to spell her name "J-e-n-k-i-n-s". Then, someone in the back must have said something because then she said she had to go get the owner and scurried off. The owner, halfway through my writing the check, said they wouldn't take my check "because of what happened yesterday". I pointed out that their signs say that they take cash or local check only, and I have local check. She still refused. I told her I needed my license back, and she blatantly burped out a fippant, devious "sorry". One of the friends piped up and said I could borrow $25 from him.
None of these people look like they take care of themselves, not even the owner. I'm pretty sure that guy got a "special" massage. You only take cash? Sounds like money laundering. Even my two friends agreed that this place and the people were extremely shady people.
This report was posted on Ripoff Report on 09/20/2013 05:23 PM and is a permanent record located here: http://www.ripoffreport.com/reports/tinker-massage-day-spa-studio-llc/del-city-oklahoma-73115/tinker-massage-day-spa-studio-llc-sabrena-a-wicker-massage-therapist-stole-my-lic-1086175. The posting time indicated is Arizona local time. Arizona does not observe daylight savings so the post time may be Mountain or Pacific depending on the time of year.
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