Full of Fabulous
I shall not speak about work, other than to say I had a meeting first thing Monday morning that immediately sent my neck muscles into spasm.
One minute I’m making an ass of myself in front of People Way More Important Than Me and the next I can’t turn my head to the left at all. Turning to the right wasn’t a heckuva lot better. Ah, what interesting (and painful) surprises the mind-body connection brings!
I decided that I simply had to have some sort of relief, so I went to the Mall at lunch to the quick massage place and got 15 heavenly minutes of neck and shoulder action.
The guy was good. He found all of my worst spots right away and attacked them with hands that were both tender and strong, rubbing, kneading, stretching and coercing my ready-to-snap rubber bands into limp noodles.
I got up and put on my glasses and got ready to pay. Then I began to panic as I scrabbled through my purse pockets over and over, looking helplessly for my wallet, praying for it to somehow magically appear. But no. I had put it in the dog-walking bag the night before and had forgotten to take it out.
I stood there, my face getting redder and redder, imagining what happened to People Who Could Not Pay – would I be put to work? Would a Mall Cop be engaged to escort me away in handcuffs?
I was saved by finding my magic pouch of laundry money in the bottom of my purse. Luckily, I had cashed a $20 bill at the last minute at the laundromat, only needing 75 cents to finish a load of drying.
So I did. Yes, I did. I paid the man $16, all in quarters, plus a whopping $2 tip. Also in quarters.
I don’t know what he thought of this payment method, because I was too busy staring at my shoes and getting the hell out of there.
The good news is that, once again, I avoided arrest. The bad news is that, by the time got out the door, my neck had begun to get all tight again from the stress of not knowing where my wallet was, and I couldn’t afford another 15 minute massage because I was out of quarters.
Photo by Jackson Carson. Used under a Creative Commons non-commercial license.