Since I was licensed to touch, I decided to take a one day reflexology class in Portland. We were in a conference room with the door open, massaging each others feet and a man, holding an old timey, domed metal lunch box, was standing in the doorway watching us. The teacher noticed how uncomfortable we were, so she went over and closed the door. Then he started watching through the rectangular window, so she covered it with paper. Then he knocked on the door and said he wanted to take the class. The class was designed for people in cosmetology. The owner had a funny story about how she got into pedicures and reflexology.
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