I have been undergoing physical therapy for the past week and it is the usual mixed bag of people- therapists and customers. We have the old and the young, the smartasses and the dumbasses, and the grouchy old SOB's and the young and hot.
The guy that owns the place has been my therapist of record until the other day. The other day was when this young honey walked in- dark hair, slim figure, nice body, and very pretty. The young lady was missing something that the rest of us seemed to have- slings, bandages, and braces. I do not even know why she is there but the owner has made her his pet project like he is training her for the Olympics.
When she walked in, I ceased to exist, as far as therapy was concerned. I was immediately passed down to the underling therapists and eventually ended up in the hands of a student intern. I am not saying that the intern will not eventually be good but right now, she is pretty clueless but at least she had nice, soft hands. I might as well go to a massage parlor in Charlotte which, to be honest, was my first choice anyway. I would get more attention and a happy ending.
I can't say I blame the old guy because I probably would have done the same thing. My customer service philosophy has always been "help the honey's." I guess that customer service philosophy can extend to any business model.
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