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Little People Are Funny

One of my best friends is a little person. She's about 3 feet tall. She'll tell you 3 feet 2 inches, but I think that's with shoes. We are close. I can tell her short people jokes and she can make jokes me in a wheelchair. No hard feelings, but we know when to quit.

Anyhow, she was visiting this weekend and complained about neck pain. I suggested she try a massage therapist. Massage has done wonders for me. She was asking lots of questions, what to wear, etc. Finally, she asked about price.

I told her that $60-$70 is typical for an hour, but definitely schedule a full hour because half an hour cost $45 or $50.

She said,  "It seems rather steep... I wonder if I could get 'half-price'".

I was shocked, because I wouldn't even have gone there!

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