Close Friend Wonders If Physio Just Massages Hotties All Day

A recently graduated Physiotherapist and a close friend were recently spotted in a downtown cafe sharing a coffee and a chat.

“So babes, how’s life now you’ve graduated?” asked the close friend. Before she had a chance to reply, the friend let fly with a volley of follow up questions in what could best be described as a loosely contained case of verbal diarrhoea.

“It must be so great to have wage. Is it good? You must be so happy. And what about the place where you work? Do you love it. I bet you’re loving it, I’m so happy for you. And what about the work… Is your boss nice? What about the other staff there? Do you like the work? Do you like the, wait…” paused the close friend, as much more important question occurred to her, “do you just like, get to spend all day like, massaging hot footy players hunky gym guys? I bet you do, don’t you. You do! I can tell by your face that you do you lucky little bitch lol!!”

The recently graduated Physio paused and reflected on her caseload over the few weeks that had passed since she gained employment. “Oh yeah babes it’s glamorous as hell. Let’s see, well there’s the Tradie patient who likes to rock up straight from the worksite smelling like grease, cigarettes and wet carpet”

“Then there’s the 40 something corporate, suit wearing guy with a big gut and hairy back who shamelessly lets off silent but deadlies without offering any sort of acknowledgment that he has stunk out the whole room. Oh, and there’s also Gary, the 75 year old little old man patient who insists upon taking his pants off even though he is being seen for a neck problem. Gary’s little winky dink has a habit of popping out to say hello mid session via the frontdoor of his old man undies.

There’s no doubt about it… I’m living the dream! Lol!!”