Client: No worries, hon. Is it nose or throat?
Me: Throat. I sound like an old man under water.
Client: Oh no! I'm gonna bring soup with me, maybe that'll help.
Me: "I'm bringing a can of Campbell's"
Client: lol No smartass, real soup already made from a restaurant. It won't take me long to go over the boards and then we can have sex.
Me: LOL. Well...you're the client.
Client: SOME***
Me: We can have some sex? lol
Client: LOL. Damn right I'm the client. In more ways than one as it turns out.
Me: So...are we gonna have soup after the sex or...?
Client: lol I appreciate you not letting that mortifying moment die quietly.
Me: lol My pleasure. But then, I guess it'd be YOUR pleasure since you're the "client".
Client: LOL
