Sunday, January 23, 2011

Waste of my time...

and the client's money.

Had a young client yesterday who was having a couple's massage with his even younger girlfriend. He was a massage newbie, and when asked about areas of concern or focus, he merely told me he had a large knot in his lower back from years of playing tennis. Good enough, I thought.

When we do couple's massages here, we start our clients face-up, since we finish with hot stones on the back. So I did the relaxation-aroma therapy thingy, then began my first stroke up the client's traps to his neck...and he completely spazzed. His entire torso came up of the table, twisting, as he threw his head back..."Oh, sorry...I'm extremely ticklish!"

No shit, Sherlock.

Oh. My. God. It never stopped. He was ticklish EVERYWHERE. Didn't matter how firm I made my touch or where I touched him, he jerked and spasmed, twitched and tensed, giggling mostly silently. I was rolling my eyes at Elisha, who was massaging the girlfriend, and she was trying not to laugh. She told me later that she thought at first the guy was having a seizure. He apologized periodically throughout the massage, but I didn't give a crap. I was grimly determined to see this through to the bitter end.

I think, barring labor and childbirth, that those were the longest fifty minutes of my life. I was never so glad to have a massage be over, that's for sure.

Funny thing is, he said he enjoyed the massage and he still tipped me. It wasn't enough, though. Trust me, it wasn't enough.

7 comments:

Old NFO said...

TIcklish or paranoid??? :-) I can see how that would be a long 'day' for ya. At least you got a tip out of it!

memory_lucky12 said...

I act like that with my feet. I feel bad for the guy, though. He must've felt so embarrassed...

DaddyBear said...

And now we know why I never go for a massage.

'Drea said...

Now you have me curious about your Top Ten longest fifty minutes.

Bag Blog said...

I don't know how you do what you do. But I'm glad you do.

Christina LMT said...

Old NFO, it was probably a combination of ticklishness, embarrassment, and fear. I just don't know.

Chaos, I didn't even dare to touch his feet at all!

DaddyBear, sorry to hear it. :(

'Drea, I have selective memory. A lot of things are blocked. Like flying around the world with three children under 4. Can't remember much of that. LOL.

Thank you, Lou!

LMB said...

Yea, that would be why I'm reluctant to get a massage (that and any massage place around here would be a bit suspect... )