Friday, December 19, 2008

Awkward

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.

Me: ?!?!?!?

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.

10 comments:

Buck said...

But there are some lines I just don't cross.

Yup. Discretion IS the better part of valor... especially in your biz, Christina!

Trashman said...

Sometimes you gotta remind the little lady what her role is.

TallyAngel said...

I hope he didn't do it on purpose!

Christina LMT said...

Buck, believe me...I know! Sometimes I feel like a shrink, sometimes a priest in the confessional. It's amazing what people tell me.

Trashman, if I didn't know you...I'd kick your ass. That's MY role. And I'm no little lady.

Tally, me, too!

Trashman said...

ooooooooo Scary stuff. LOL I'm up for some rasslin.

Christina LMT said...

Hmmmm. That might be fun...in the mud?

Trashman said...

Mud is cool. I likes me a dirty girl.

Christina LMT said...

I'm partial to jello, myself. Easy (and tasty!) clean-up!

Mud is okay, as long as it's warm. And I don't mind getting dirty, for a good cause...;)

Mauser*Girl said...

It's also possible that she just briefly said "my husband did it" because she wanted you to ask her how that came about, so she can tell you the very long and drawn out story of how that happened, ending in a funny climax. Some people are that way.

Christina LMT said...

M*G, I've considered everything. Maybe she said it to shut me up, and it's not true at all...maybe she lied about it, hoping that I'd ask her to elaborate and give her lots of sympathy. Who knows?