I am fully aware what I’m about to complain about is the least important thing in the world, but here we go. I got a massage this morning and the masseuse forgot to massage my right arm… It was stressful. When I knew we had about 10 minutes left, I started panicking. Oh my god… She literally forgot. She’s not going to rub it. I am going to leave this room with every inch of my body massaged and covered in oil EXCEPT for my right arm, and it’s my fault. Because I won’t say anything. Because I hate making people feel uncomfortable. Please God, help her remember my right arm. It’s here, waiting. Begging. Pleading.
She did not remember, but Kris massaged it on the way home.