There she was, already stifling her giggles because my client was snoring loud enough to shake the (figurative) rafters, when something caught my eye that I just HAD to draw her attention to...
So I poked her in the arm and pointed.
To where my client was pitching quite a respectable tent. While fast asleep. And snoring. With his girlfriend three feet away.
It took all of Elisha's powers of concentration and professionalism not to pee. THAT'S how hard she was laughing! Luckily, we had these heated, herbal eye-pillows covering our clients' eyes, so they were blissfully unaware of Elisha's (silent) meltdown.
Ah, massage therapy. I'll never run out of stories, 'cause the clients keep doing funny shit.