Thursday, October 16, 2008

massage, by mom

"mom" is the mother of mac (our thai massage instructor), and of mos (mac's brother/humble assistant).
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mom has probably been administering thai massage for longer than most of us have been on the planet, and she gives one heck of a treatment.
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along with the gentle, relaxing thai technique, she mixes-in a few deep maneuvers that can make a grown man cry. she'll twist you into a pretzel, and then she'll play your radial and ulnar nerves like guitar strings. she'll grasp the brachial plexus from underneath your axilla, and, as you beg for mercy, she responds with a smile and a giggle.
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the client-therapist feedback went something like this:
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mom: you okay. no problem.
lenny: mom, are you asking me or are you telling me?
mom: heh, heh, heh.
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mom, smiling, and twanging away at my brachial plexus...
lenny (smiling): ow! mom, you are killing me!
mom: heh, heh, heh.
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mom, ripping the cover off of my sciatic nerve...
lenny (grimacing): wow, wooooow, yow-WOW!
mom: heh, heh, heh.
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post-treatment:
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lenny (smiling, but in a post-massage coma kind of way): thank you, mom, khap kuhn kaaaaaaa.
mom: khap kuhn ka, heh, heh, heh. khap kuhn ka.

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