So I had this kid (32) yesterday who says he wants 2 pops in the hour session. Fine, not a problem. He arrives at 4 pm, we get to business at 4:10 & he’s having a go at me (nonstop🙄) til about 4:40. I tell him he’s at the 15 minute mark bc I was tired & wanted him done & out. He finishes a cpl minutes later, goes to the bathroom to wash up🧼& I throw on a chemise.
He says, “I told you I wanted 2 rounds!”
Ahhh. You’re going to be *this* kind of asshole, are you then? I lean against the door & say in my silkiest voice, “Thats *absolutely fine.* I’d like to point out that it took you 35 minutes to get to that 1st pop, & you now have (glances at watch) .... 12 minutes left! But by alllll means! Show me what you can do in TWELVE MINUTES.”
I crossed my arms & gave him my steeliest look.....he left lol.
I’m not tracking you, bud. I’m not your goddamned FitBit. There’s a clock🕰right there on the nightstand. It’s how I knew you had 20 minutes left. I’m not going to shout “TIME!”🪓😡