Member Blog Post

As I've mentioned before, I am a massage therapist. Yesterday, while at work, the clinic had a walk-in. A walk-in is a client who doesn’t call before stopping in for an appointment. An uninvited guest, if you will. It’s much like the dreaded great-aunt who happens to live in the same town as you who has stopped by unannounced (AGAIN!), interrupting the rerun of Buffy the Vampire Slayer you were enjoying while shamefully scarfing down a triple scoop sundae from Baskin-Robbins.

Walk-ins can be annoying, but the level of annoyance differs with each client. If the client is nice, the level of annoyance immediately goes down. If the client is, say, a cantankerous old lady who screams because she’s half-deaf and demands her therapist to take her pants off FOR her, well - the level of annoyance rises tenfold. 

Our walk-in yesterday was a combination of the dreaded great-aunt and the pantless old lady. Thankfully, she wasn’t my client.

I am now reminded of the creepy gypsy woman from Drag Me to Hell.