Tuesday, April 13, 2010
A Massage Anecdote
Monday I went for a massage...I think I'm entitled, with a marathon 6 weeks ago, a race this weekend, and another marathon coming in 3 weeks. It was my first time with this massage therapist, and the conversation went something like this:
Massage Therapist: So, how much do you weigh?
Me: 145
MT: And how tall are you?
Me: 5 feet 9 inches
MT: 28?
Me: (thinking, "why is he asking my waist size, and anyway, I'm a 30") Um, excuse me?
MT: 27, 28...how old are you?
Me: .......
MT: .......
Me: I'm 44. And your tip just went WAY up.
Of course, a friend told me later that this particular massage therapist is pretty desperate, so I guess I shouldn't pay much attention to it. But it still felt nice.
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