Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Greasy limp noodle

As my realtor put it. Yup, that's what I am. I was supposed to get 45 minutes, and he gave me 1.5 hours, and charged me for 1. I thought it was going long, but didn't know it was that long. I should be upset, but how can I be when I walked out of the room in a daze?

And apparently the American Gladiator was a wanna be. Though, as the masseuse said, it's unlikely he'd become one if he can't even put his arms at his sides.

5 comments:

M. Robert Turnage said...

Maybe he is that kid from "A Christmas Story" who can't put his arms down all grown up now.

The CEO said...

I'd like to book an hour, please, every other day.

NoRegrets said...

MRT, I think so. With a little help from steroids, likely.

CEO. wouldn't we all...

Churlita said...

I would love to get a real massage. I don't think it will happen anytime soon.

NoRegrets said...

Churlita, yeah, I guess it's gas money for trip vs. massage...