soundtrack
once i went to this fairly swanky place in new york for a massage. it was relaxing in the extreme -- dim rooms, hushed sounds, and sagey smells. so southwest i almost expected kokopelli to traipse through the room in a bathrobe. (i would have welcomed the opportunity to kick his spiky flute-playing ass. i dislike him so.)
so there i was on the massage table, stripped and greased, getting pummelled within an inch of my life, hearing the sound of piano music wafting over the speaker system. relaxed, as i said, in the extreme. that is, until the sound system started playing
i thought of that today when i was at the doctor's office, whiling away the time with my feet up in stirrups.