The United Nations

My massage room has suddenly become the United Nations.

First of all, I had several Latino women.

Then some Vietnamese ones.

Then, there was Swen.

Now, there's a Frenchman.

We shall call him Pierre.

I love the French.

Mostly because this is what I think of whenever I hear one of them talk.

I told Pierre I was going to start him with a heating pad on his back.

He said, "What eez zees?  'Eating pad?"

I said, "Pardon?"

"What eez zees?  'Eating pad?"

Oh, the heating pad!

Yes, I am sorry, I don't speak za parfact Eengleesh.

Later on, I told him he had some really big knots in his back.

I asked if he felt them and if they hurt.

He said, "Oh, oui.  When you make za maassage, I am feeling zeez, 'ow do you say, rocks.  You can maassage zem out, oui?"