The massage therapist turned out to be a very chatty person. I’d never met anybody who talked as much in a quiet massage room with dimmed lighting and ambient music.
First, she informed me that I have “an extremely heavy accent” and demanded to know how that came about.
Then, she asked me the weirdest question any massage therapist ever asked me.
“Do you still work?” she inquired.
It’s the word “still” that confused me. There is no way I look over 65 years of age. But who else can you ask if they STILL work but a retirement age person?
I made another appointment with this massage therapist, though, because she is very good at what she does. An artist should be allowed to have her small foibles, I guess.

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