Patient

I saw one of my massage patients from the chiropractic clinic on the train today. He was dressed nicely in a dark suit and was conversing with his girlfriend, or maybe wife, who was also dressed up. Perhaps they were going out for dinner or to a show or something. He didn't see me, and I pretended to be asleep. I kept thinking how weird it is that I know this man's whole medical history. And I know that he has a big tattoo on his shoulder blade; in fact, I'm extremely familiar with his tattoo. And I know that his right quadratus lumborum muscle is restricted. I bet his wife doesn't know that. And I know that he's running the marathon on Sunday. How strange it is to touch people for money.