A nice man called and booked an appointment with me for back pain. When he arrived and introduced himself I was met by a strong, strapping fellow that had came straight from his workout. After concluding that there was nothing substantial in his client intake other than his reconstructive knee surgery, I began his massage.
Throughout the massage session we chatted about random things, including how he injured his knee by jumping on a trampoline at a child's birthday party. He shared this horrible but comical story with me and we both were laughing hysterically by the story's end. The massage then progressed normally until I was ready to massage his feet. When I moved the sheet back and reached for his foot I noticed that his toenails were painted a lovely shade of bubblegum pink. My very masculine client said "I know what you must be thinking, but there is a very good reason that my toenails are polished. My 4 year old daughter was polishing her own toenails and decided that she needed to polish my nails as well." Without missing a beat I said "Uh huh, that's what I would say too."
Two years later I still check his toenails and tease him. I have great clients!
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