I massaged Joe Biden the other day. Well, he looked like Joe Biden. He was a tall old guy in a suit wearing a goofy grin from ear to ear. During the massage he kept asking me how much money I make.
“Do you get a percentage? Do you get paid by the hour? How many massages do you do in a day?”
He had me massage his gluts and his chest. Near the end of the massage he asks;
“Are you married?”
“No, I’m not married.” I roll my eyes and count the seconds on the clock.
After the massage, he walks out of the room all smiles. He hands me over a ten-dollar bill. Was he not listening to how much money I make?
I’m watching Gangland on the history channel and they’re doing a special on Hartford, CT. I live about 40 minutes away from there. They’re talking about a gang called los solido’s (the solid ones). This one guy started dating a 24-year-old when he was 13. He caught her cheating and stabbed her four times.
It’s Friday afternoon. Day three of P90x. I’m going to have to massage six people today. I don’t know how I’m going to do it. I’m sore.