Today I get in the elevator, and there are already two people inside. The woman is saying how she was recently in a car accident, and is off to get some massage therapy. The elevator is nearing my floor, so I (against my better judgement), decide to interject:
ME: Don’t let them use the suction cups on you.
ME: Massage therapists–they have these suction cups and apparently they’re torture.
HER: I’m a massage therapist and I’ve never heard of any suction cups.
ME: Well, I understand they’re very nineteenth century.
The guy laughs, and I scurry through the elevator doors which have mercifully just opened.
Clearly she needs to engage in some professional development, because I wasn’t lying about the suction cups.