Um, dude, I dragged my fatigued, pregnant self to a prenatal massage today, but started to have mild contractions RIGHT before the treatment — so we stopped, and I got charged anyway. Oh, I mean, I got a $20 discount. If you charge a weeping lady pregnant with twins for service not delivered, um, cheesy? Thank you.
I had a whole monologue in my head about it, but would rather devote writing energy to Jeremy Lin.