I had a client the other day who had her shirt on when I first came into the room. I had to insist she take it off. Awkward.
This same client also asked, as I was rubbing a hot stone on her back, "How do you get your hands so hot?"
Maybe I'd be more charitable if she hadn't been my very last client at the end of a long, busy day. A day during which I spent most of my time in a treatment room whose A/C they can't seem to get working right. It was 83.3 degrees Fahrenheit in there at one point. It's draining to perform massage in such heat, and I was sweaty and gross by the end of the day. And cranky.