Take away the atmospheric, New Age musical backdrop. Lose the warm towels. Forget about the ginger-infused tea. No, this is a different experience altogether. I’ll call it the Knee-To-The-Lower-Lumbar massage. It’s not Shiatsu. And it’s not Swedish. Unless the person’s whose knee is grinding into the back of your train seat is named Anders or Erica. As you might have guessed, I’m not a fan of this kind of massage. And I’m sure I’m not alone.