ANGRY MASSEUSE

the sunset last night. No filters! My body felt quite sunsetty too!

Was she angry?

Not with me, of course.

I knew that.

Could it be the state of the world?

Had frost killed her bougainvillea?

I’d have been pissed about that, too.

Or had her husband bought her a hand-held mixer

Or a juicer

Or an ugly ornament

For her birthday?

It’s amazing what my mind does

When inside I’m yelling, yikes, WTF?

Should I have asked her what was the matter?

Because surely there was something.

Because I kept saying,

In my ridiculous, typical, gentle English manner

Err…gently?... Gently...?

Maybe I should have said what I kept on saying a little louder,

Like, OY! FFS GENTLY!

Especially when she

Just

Kept

Kneading.

And now her anger tingles inside me.

Why am I so damn polite?

Note to self: no more massage. I never enjoy them.