“I told you’d I’d give you a leg massage,” I go on. “It’s my first day back, and I’m willing to be a team player. What I won’t do is go and get myself punched in the head by your jealous partner because you can’t control your smart mouth. Now, am I finishing this leg in silence? Or are you limping your old ass to the showers on those rusty, crusty joints you call knees?”
