Life as a Shut-In: I Survived a Week Relying Only on Delivery Apps
It's weird: Now that I'm home, it feels like all of my chores need to be done immediately. I don't have to go anywhere! Or do anything! Or see anyone! But still, I'm anxious to the max. Thank goodness for my first visitor of the week: an in-house masseuse. Zeel, available on both coasts and Florida, brings competitively-priced massages to your door with just a few taps on an iPhone. Sure, in theory, letting a stranger come to your house to squeeze your body sounds like a full-on horror movie plot, but it's actually one of the better, more professional services I've used. (OK, it helps that their animated interface is crazy-cute.) I typically opt for male technicians, but all things considered, I go female this time around. Sure, it's a little weird to have someone come to your house for this service. And even though it's a massage, and I know that, I've been in a relationship for basically forever so the last time I stripped down in front of a stranger at home was years ago. It feels presumptuous, which is why I laid down on the table in leggings and a sports bra until the surprisingly cool masseuse came out and laughed at me, reminding me that I was being a total putz. Having someone at your house also scrubs out any sort of anonymity. Some spa treatments require a rapport, but massage truly is not one of them. I usually tell the masseuse that I write at a desk and that's why my shoulders feel like gravel, but this time she's actually in my veritable fun house, surrounded by weird art and odd tchotchkes. There were pros (I picked Jessie Ware's Pandora station in lieu of the classical rendition of Titanic's theme song my neighborhood place favors) and cons (you use your own sheets, meaning mine are now covered in mascara stains), but going from my desk to a massage table to my desk in 62 minutes was pretty insane. Another miracle of doing beauty services on-demand: no tipping! It's already included.