The following conversation took place between myself and a client today. I had just started the massage, and I always begin with the hands and arms before I work on the back...
Her: Oh, I forgot to tell you...I have a broken finger on that hand.
Me: Which finger is it?
Her: The pinky.
I can see now that the little finger is crooked
Me: When did you break it?!
Her: Two months ago...
Me: Has it been treated?!
Her: Not yet...they tell me it needs to be rebroken now.
Me: How the heck did you break it, anyway?
Her: My husband did it.
EXTREMELY AWKWARD SILENCE
Me: I'm so sorry.
She never elaborated, and I never asked. I really wanted to know more; was it an accident? Did he, God forbid, do it on purpose?
But there are some lines I just don't cross.