Client Compliments That Were Almost Insults (But We Took Them Anyway)
Client Compliments That Were Almost Insults (But We Took Them Anyway)
“Wow, you’ve got strong hands. You should consider doing this professionally.” …We do. That’s literally what’s happening right now.
“This massage was way better than I expected!” We… thank you? Now we’re dying to know what your expectations were.
“You’re stronger than you look!” We’ll add that right next to ‘surprisingly competent’ on our business card.
“Your hands are magical—are you sure you're not part octopus?” Tentacled compliments: oddly common. Still unclear if that’s admiration or low-key shade.
“I almost fell asleep! That’s a good thing!” We know, but the tone made it sound like you’re defending yourself in court.
“You’ve got really warm hands. Have you been sitting on them or something?” Nope, just full of healing vibes. And blood flow. Mostly blood flow.
“That felt amazing. You must have had a lot of practice touching people.” Not sure if we’re being appreciated or accused—but thanks?
“You're like the Bob Ross of backs.” We’ll happily take that... unless you meant we talk to your muscles too much while working.
“This massage was way better than the last one I had... from that other person here.” We're honored. And also slightly worried about Monday’s staff meeting.
“I almost drooled. That’s a compliment, right?” It is. But maybe tell us before it happens next time.
Confession of the Week: Sometimes, when a client says, “I think I have a knot right there,” and points vaguely at their shoulder blade, we spend five minutes playing an awkward game of muscular Marco Polo—pretending we’re zoning in like heat-seeking missiles, when in reality we’re thinking, “Ma’am, there are seven knots and a lifetime of unresolved tension in this quadrant alone. Which one do you mean???”
Listen up, lotion legends—if no one's clapped for you lately, go ahead and give yourself a standing ovation (or a seated shoulder roll, we get it). You're out here turning stress into soup, decoding vague “tension spots,” and somehow managing to look zen while your quads are screaming from leaning over that table like a human pretzel.
You are the unsung hero of someone’s week. The calm in their chaotic calendar. You’re the real MVP behind someone finally sleeping without dreaming of revenge on their office chair. So the next time someone says, “Wow, you’re really good at this,” just smile and own it like you charge by the compliment.
Now go conquer those knots like the pressure-point Picasso you are. Gloves off (figuratively—keep it hygienic).
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