TO AN UNTHANKFUL CLIENT FROM AN EVEN LESS-THANKFUL THERAPIST

It’s Thanksgiving Eve. I have things to do. Lee Highway is a multi-vehicle accident waiting to happen yet I drive through rain, fog and rush-hour traffic to massage your fat ass. Yet you say I don’t “meet your needs.” What do you expect for $24.00? That’s about a third of what the average DC area therapist charges and we don’t get a nickel of it. And sometimes you don’t even tip. And you’re late yet I go overtime and you still bitch. BTW, have you ever heard of deodorant?