No Relaxi-cabs, Thank You

So it finally happened, as I knew it was bound to eventually.

When talking to someone at a wedding about the fact that I'm in my second semester studying massage therapy, her response was, "Oh! Like Phoebe on friends! Cool!"

Ladies & gents--No. It's not like Phoebe on friends.

I am not blond, I actually have to intensively study physiology and anatomy for every semester for two years, and I don't have dumbass friends whom I foresee secretly massaging my clients with wooden spoons.

Sitcoms ≠ real life.

Grrrr.