This past weekend, I went to get a massage.
I don’t do it often, but occasionally the span of a Saturday afternoon lay open before me, all pristine and unscheduled. It’s then I pick up the phone and call to see if there are any openings. I don’t see the same person each time, it’s more a matter of who is available. This time, it was Glenn.
As we got started, Glenn noticed my tension and said “Relax. Today, you’re not at work – I am. Today, you’re the boss.”
I screamed like a girl and fled in terror.
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(That last part didn’t happen. What really happened is that I relaxed and enjoyed my massage. And wrote this little blog post in my head. So, sure, it’s a scary story about a massage but at least it has a happy ending.)
Here’s what happened later:
