I was getting ready to massage a lady yesterday, and asked the standard questions: health issues, recent injuries or surgeries, etc. Here's what she told me:
Client: Well, I often have running sores.
Me: *gulp* Oooookay?!
Client: But I haven't run in a few days, so I don't have any sores now.
Me (what I was thinking): Oh, running soreness, you're sore from running...*whew*...dodged that bullet...!
Me (what I said): Excellent; so any areas you want me to focus on?
I had just taken a client into my treatment room and had barely laid hands on her when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
This is pretty much unheard of. There has to be some kind of major crisis to interrupt a service, and typical Mom thoughts of broken bones and emergency rooms were racing through my mind as I took the few steps across the room to open the door.
M., our spa attendant, was hovering outside the door. She whispered urgently, her eyes huge, "You know you have a four o'clock, right?!"
(It was 4:03 on my clock)
I hissed back, "I'm working on my client right now!"
Her eyes got even bigger. "Oh, sorry!" And she raced away.