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It was a six o’clock appointment, which meant that I would be alone in the office with a new client. He was my last client after a full day of giving massages but this one, unlike most of my clients who’d found me through doctors and chiropractors and current clients, found me online. I don’t remember his name anymore but the moment he walked in, I felt it.
They always say that your gut instinct is always right, but it doesn’t mean that we follow it.
“Am I your last client?” He asked me and I lied. No, I said. I’ve got one more coming in.
So I had him sit down and fill out the intake form. And as he did, I excused myself, ran downstairs to the real estate office where I knew Fred, a young receptionist in his immaculate suit who sent many a stressed realtor to my office, was getting ready to go home. We were the only ones left in the building, but I knew that after he’d leave, I’d be the only one left.
He took one look at my face and said, “I’ll be right up.”
Five minutes, later, as the new client handed me his clipboard, Fred walked in and said. “I know I’m early for my appointment, but I’ll just wait right here. Is that okay?”
“Sure,” I said cheerfully. “But you’ll have to wait for an hour.”
“That’s okay,” Fred said. “I’ll be right here.”
I did the massage in fifty minutes – no more, no less. The man had me on edge the whole time, though I couldn’t tell you why. He just did. And when it was done, the man got dressed, stepped outside and paid his bill as Fred continued sitting in his chair, reading a magazine.
When he left, Fred got up from his chair, waited for me till I got done tidying up the office and accompanied me all the way to my car.
“I’ll never do that again,” I said. “The money’s not worth it.”
Fred just shrugged and said, “I’ll always be here if you need me.”