Massage and a Haircut, Two-Bits

Yesterday I had to go get my quarterly haircut. A man cut my hair, but not one of those stereotypical male hair stylists who you assume bats for the other team. No, this guy appeared to by heterosexual (not that there's anything wrong with that). I mean, he dressed sloppily and his hair wasn't combed, for starters.

Anyway. After he was done, he got the blow dryer to blow away the loose hair that had accumulated on my neck and shoulders. While doing so, however, he started massaging my neck. I didn't notice at first, or rather, I was sitting there with my eyes closed thinking, "oooh, that feels so good. How did he know my neck was stiff?". Suddenly, however, it dawned on me: "WTF? Why is he massaging my neck? That can't be proper. It's never happened before."

Of course, I didn't say anything, and truth be told was a bit disappointed when he stopped.