Okay, okay, okay!It was a longshot, I know...
It was a cheapshot, I admit...
But I just thought I'd toss it out there, and see how the chips fell.
I didn't have anything to lose, you know?
Fine, fine. Enough throat clearing.
There's a massage school behind Mr. A's apartment, and I keep thinking about booking an appointment. I finally got around to calling today, and thought I might as well see if I could, well, score a massage for half-off or even, for that matter, for free? As a first time customer? As someone in the neighborhood who might come back every month? As someone who's just askin'?
It was almost a relief when the receptionist told me no. It wouldn't have felt very relaxing to accept a free massage. I would have left a tip for the price of the massage, to alleviate my guilt. And he was very sweet. Didn't make me feel like the cheap beggar that I am.
Gained: Niente.
