The Massage Therapists
I was at the local hot springs last evening, enjoying the conjunction of Venus and Jupiter -- quite gorgeous in the crisp, cold mountain air. When I finally dragged myself out (needed dinner!), I went out to the lobby and found the two on-duty massage therapists relaxing there. I knew both, and sat down for a few minutes.
The two, a man and a woman, had been chatting and greeted me warmly. The receptionist then popped in to tell the woman that she had a new appointment for tomorrow -- it was a "couples massage" (the massage room has two tables where two massage therapists can give simultaneous massages for a couple).
The receptionist noted to the female therapist that the man wanted her to work on him.
"That's the trouble, eh?" I said to the male therapist: "Men want women to work on them, and women want ...women to work on them."
"Yeah," he replied, "but 'gay ski weekend' was really busy!" he said. (We're a half-hour from the Telluride slopes here.)
"How do you 'gay ski'?" asked the female therapist.
The guy was at a loss for words, so I jumped in.
"They swishhhh down the slopes!"
Posted March 9, 2012