I had a regular client today who's matter-of-fact about massage. When I ask her how it was, she always replies, "Okay." Not effusive at all, in other words.
It was an fifty-minute prenatal massage, and as she left, she handed me a sealed tip envelope. After escorting her to the front desk and flipping my room, I headed back to the breakroom to get my purse so I could go have lunch. I remembered the tip envelope I had stuffed into my pocket and decided now would be a perfect time to transfer the cash to my wallet. I unfolded the envelope and saw this written on the back:
"HOLY SHIT! SHE TIPPED ME A HUNDRED!"
Everyone in the breakroom crowded around me to marvel at my client's generosity. Ben Franklin was never so fawned over in real life!
All I can say is my client's getting a big hug from me the next time I see her. What a classy lady.