Jun 21, 2011 21:32
I arrived at work today to the news that my boss had booked me my first 1.5 hour massage. (I've been taking the slow approach to breaking myself in to doing massages all day long)
OK...
Boss: "It's my son".
Me: "Uhm, isn't he too young by our company standards? (me thinking of her elementary aged kid)
Boss: "No, it's my 21yo."
Me: "Oh."
Boss: "He's a therapist at one of our other locations."
Me: (stripping gears in private: 1) my first 1.5 hour massage, 2) it's the Boss's son, 3) he's a therapist (we can be really critical of each others techniques). Any one of these is a challenge in itself, add them all together and it could end up a huge disaster.)
I think I manage to get through the session without a hitch and inquire how he's feeling. He says "great". I make the common comment of "Well, maybe I'll see you again soon?" He says: "Definitely" (almost every client says that....it's like the drunks always say they have only had "two beers".
I clean my room to give him time to head out and then head for my boss.
Me: "Did he say anything?"
Boss: (with the area manager sitting in her office) "Yeah, he stumbled in, said you were "the bomb" and wouldn't say anything else".
Me: (checking tip envelope and finding double the usual gratuity)
I gotta say.........when a 21yo male says you are "the bomb", it's a good day!