Strange requests?
*lol* all good ones! How about...my life? It was October 31st, and my favorite regular came in formassage. He was a great guy, soft-spoken, fun sense of humor. He dressed strictly GQ, as he was a very sucessful city attorney. Before that day I always wondered why I got the "best" massage room.Mine was bigger than the other two, softer color scheme, and the other therapists had been there a while. When I stood in the corridor I didn't notice anything bad about it. When I heard him hit the table, I knocked at the door, and when I heard his okay, ย I went back into my room to massage. My client was all settled in under the sheets and cozy under a warm blanket. Suddenly we both jumped! He, several inches off the table...me, where I stood. The most HORRENDOUSLY LOUD ALARM happened to be right over the outside wall of my room. And that wall was a ย thin wall of slats and translucent glass, meant to look like an oriental screen. The door was the same style, with a single frame. ย Neither buffered the SOUL SHAKING CLANGING in the least.We both said, "What the hell is that!!??" I went to the door, on the way out to inquire, and saw a shadow approaching on the other side.I opened the door and it was the receptionist. She had a frantic look on her face."Gina, its a BOMB THREAT!! We've got to evacuate RIGHT NOW!!"I said Okay and shut the door. "You heard her" I said.I ran for the closet in the room. I pulled out a robe. Now you have to understand...it was THE ROBE...the one that I was stuck with for the session because it was a busy day and the rest were taken... the one no one else EVER wanted. It was the sole XXL in raggedy FUSHIA terry cloth in the whole salon/spa. Not even a frump would consider it.His eyes were bigger than when the alarm started off, because I was giving it to him to put it on. "I AM NOT GOING TO WEAR THAT ROBE!" he said. "We've got to get out of here FAST" I said."I AM NOT GOING TO PUT THAT ROBE ON FOR ANY REASON." he said.He started up to change into his clothes, so I went for the door. "AND YOU aren't going ANYWHERE!! YOU STAY RIGHT HERE!"I told him I couldn't. He said "Yes, you can, just face the door!"He said it with such authority and terror at the same time. I was cracking up. Oh well, if I died, I'd die laughing. I mean, I put him in that spot with that horrible robe. So I stood facing the door. I heard the receptionist approaching again. I opened the door before she had the chance to knock. She jumped when she saw me just standing there."GINA!!! You HAVE to GET OUT!!! ITS A BOMB!!!!"I calmly told her to save herself, that I would assume complete responsibility. (How Obi Wan Kanobe of me, huh?)She looked helpless for a moment, then she ran.The alarm stopped.I watched the shadows of people running back and forth, and said to my client, "Hey, you know, its Halloween, isn't it?" He said yeah. "I think its a prank." The salon/spa was on an upper level of the Terminal Tower, the landmark building in Public Square. Since there was a huge mall and rapid transit on the lower levels, there was plenty of human traffic. He said, "I think you are right about that."Just as he said that, one of the laundry assistants ran down the hall. "Its a false alarm....FALSE ALARM, everyone!"I said, "If you still want a massage, I'll go out so you can get back under the covers."He said okay.When I came back in, he whined from under the sheets, "Geez I can't relax now."I understood, but joked to make him laugh, "Don't give me that! You should feel totally relaxed! I almost died for you! If that was a real bomb they would be sorting out our dna right now."He snickered, and just said... "Okay."