Fart

It began with work. On the way to work, I decided to grab a box of a dozen donuts. I got to work at around 8:45am. Work was extremely slow, but I was cool with that. My first client was a 30-something (maybe pushing 40, but in great shape) female, and she had been to the spa before. She seemed so thrilled with the massage, and even commented that it was better than someone else's that she used to be a regular for. I bet she'll become mine. *big grin*

Man, and I thought that I had some crazy massage stories. "S" at work came up to me, looking real serious. She said, "There's this really nice old lady, just real sweet and everything, but she's kind of random." I was like, "And?" She said, "Well, I went into the room and it reeked so bad, like maybe she farted. And, I began the massage, and it started stinking again. She then says, I'm sorry, I just farted. I was like, Oh My God. And she did it a couple more times and then apologized."

I about died. Now, THAT is sick. I remember when I was in massage school and this dude named JP used to break wind or burp. In fact, I used to write about him in 1998, in my journal.