#23 Postby azskyman » Mon Jun 20, 2005 9:01 pm
I think you've heard the story. My wife got a full facial massage for a gift...but on the day and hour of the appointment, that's when I had the spontaneous burst of a vein in my left leg.
After the 9-1-1 call, after the firemen had arrived and patched me up, after I made sure she hosed down the couple pints of blood I lost, she politely took me to the recliner, sat me down, pulled back so my legs would be elevated, got me the remote, gave me my cell phone and said,
"Now do you think you'll be ok if I go get my facial now?"
"Yes, I can't imagine I'm going to bleed to death, so go ahead and go. If you get a call, though, take a rain check on the massage and get back home!!! Oh, and by the way, make sure you don't back into the fire truck on the way out of our driveway!!"
Now j, if I was given a massage for Father's Day and my wife was home bleeding to death, I'd be just as committed to her as she was to me.
I would probably want to talk about cold things...weather in Alaska, polar bears, ice fishing. Mostly because of what I recall in my childhood about massage parlors.
We used to have a massage parlor across the street from my dad's store back in Illinois. I never knew what went on in there, but I always thought it involved something strenuous or something hot. Every guy that ever went in that place came out with a very red face.
Hmmmm.
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