Good Riddance

Friday, Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, this guy KEPT coming back to get massages from me. On Tuesday, I hinted that he was coming in for too many massages. On Thursday, he was extremely rude with me. He had been rude and disrespectful the other days, but he crossed the line with me on Thursday. That day the electricity went out on the whole block, just my luck, that he was on the massage table at the time. As soon as the lights flickered out, I left the room and said I'd be right back. I got a candle, lit it, and brought it in the room. I cracked the door open a little bit, because I needed the light to continue the massage. He rudely said, "Can you please close that shit?" I said, "No, because one, I'm not supposed to massage without a 60 watt lightbulb on. And, two, I can't see what I'm doing without light, or where my oil is. Feel lucky that I'm continuing the massage." He shut up for a few minutes.

Soon enough, the lights turned back on. He starts on asking me about my ethnicity. I mention all that I am, and he says, "You aren't all that. You're white washed." I could have kicked him out for being rude, but I continued the massage. I said, "Absolutely not. I accept all my heritages." I mean, can a person not be "white washed" if they don't live, breed with, eat Asian? I mean, can't i just be American? Why does America always have to be "white?" I hate having to hate...but I hate ignorance. I was not feeling like working on anybody on Thursday, after he left. Then a client came in. I was feeling like being rude, but I wasn't. I took him, and come to find out, he was a professional baseball player. What a trip. That would be 2 pro-baseball players that I've worked on. He wasn't rude. He told me of his experience at Ground Zero, and being in New Jersey and not being able to see the WTC's anymore from there. He said the buildings made the Empire State Building look small. I could only imagine. That's what he said, too.

Friday, which was yesterday, the creepy guy called. I was on the phone scheduling an appointment with someone, when he called. I said, "Can I put you on hold?" He said, "No, I'll call right back." I got off the phone on line one, and at that moment, line 2 rang again. My stomach started turning. I didn't want to answer. So, this new therapist answered. She said, "K is busy. What time did you want to schedule with her? She's available at..." I started waving at her saying NO. I said, "Put him on hold." She said, "Can you please hold?" I went and grabbed my manager, who he was snippy to, twice, in the past. She was DELIGHTED to get on the phone.

"Hi this is the manager. You have seen me before. I usually sit up in the front and greet people, or book appointments. K won't be massaging you anymore." He said, "I don't see why not." She said, "You were rude and disrespectful to her." He said, "How?" She said, "How about the racial comment?" He said, "Oh, okay. Good-bye." I was DYING.

Good riddance!