I told you all about the $50 tip in my last blog post. That happened circa 1998. I think at the time I was only charging 60 bucks for a house call! Over the next few years that client became a regular for house calls.
On this one day it was particularly hot. Especially for Maine. If Maine hits the 90’s that is considered unbearable by most. Not me, it is never hot enough for me. Most of these big summer mansions I would visit did not have air conditioning. Looking back I believe the mercury hit 90 this day and even for me it was hot.
When I arrived at the clients house he met me at the door with a bottle of Evian in his hand. The bottle was sweating and it looked delicious. After I checked out this sweaty bottle of water he noticed and asked me if I needed some water. I told him yes and he told me he would bring some up to me.
I always set my table up in a room on the second floor. So let me set the scene. I carried my heavy massage table in the house and then up a huge flight of stairs to a room that was probably 90 degrees. But that was okay because I had a promise of a frosty cold bottle of Evian on the way. Or so I thought. I set up my table and as I was headed out to wash my hands when my client arrived with my water. It was a glass of tap with a couple of cubes! I wanted to scream “am I not worthy of the Evian?” Maybe not, but I Was worthy of answering his phone.
During the massage the phone rang and he asked me to answer it. He told me to tell whomever was on the line that he was getting a massage and to take a message. I did as I was told and after I hung up he asked who it was, I told him the man said his name was Cat??? I asked if I got the name correct and he said yes it was Kat Weinberger! I thought to myself who doesn’t take a call from Kat? I guess this guy.
If you read my last blog, and I hope you did, I went back in time to the awesome job I had at a ski resort in Maine. Well, that was just my winter job. In the summer I served the wealthiest of the wealthy in Northeast Harbor Maine. For those of you not familiar with Maine’s Northeast Harbor, it is located on Mount Desert Isle, where Acadia National park is located.
During the winter of 1995 I massaged the man who was to become the new general manager of an old historic inn. He offered me an opportunity to work out some sort of arrangement to offer massage to the guests and to the public. In the spring I visited him at the inn and I worked out a sweet deal. I told him I was in for the long haul but it had to be worth my while. We negotiated a weekly salary and a small percentage for all the massages I would perform. In exchange while I was not in the massage room I would network in the town with the other inns, hotels, and businesses etc. in hopes of getting them to refer clients to us for massage services.
It worked out great. I got paid and I got plenty of work. I built up a clientèle that summer that allowed me to forgo the weekly salary and just work for a much larger percentage of the massage fee the following summer. I did not massage any big names in show biz I massaged the 3rd and 4th generation of people whose families came here to America over a hundred years ago with the wealth that funded our country. Paul Revere’s peeps!
Now I grew up blue collar middle class. We thought if your father was a doctor you had money. Doctors were bottom feeders in that town. I not only massaged at the inn but I did house calls. These houses were several million dollar homes that had been in these families for over a hundred years and sometimes more. I have so many humorous stories about those years I don’t even know where to start. But in the coming weeks my next several blogs will be about those good ole days.
Before we go I’ll tell just one of the many stories that are to come. It was every MT’s dream come true. It was the usual day at work, sunny, beautiful, and everyone at the inn is on vacation so everyone is happy. The front desk got a call from a local summer person who wanted me to make a house call, so I did. After the massage he paid me for the massage and then told me to hang on as he wanted to tip me. As he thumbed through his wad of cash (rich people always carry cash) he said “I can’t find a 20 so just take this” It was a 50 dollar bill. He didn’t even blink an eye. I said thanks and every time he needed a house call I was there! I had several funny moments with this particular person and in the weeks to come I’ll fill you all in.