Schmetterling's Visit to the Foot Reflexologist

Schmetterling has just been for a wonderfully relaxing foot massage.

Don't give Schmetterling that look. Schmetterling knows what you're thinking. No, Schmetterling may not have a broken ankle or anything but Schmetterling needs to relax ok? It's perfectly justifiable for Schmetterling to spend $20 on an invigoratingly painful foot rub.

Anyway Schmetterling was concentrating on suppressing a scream when another sinseh came in with a 6 or 7 year old boy. The poor boy apparently had something terribly wrong with him (perhaps he misbehaved too much?), for the sinseh proceeded to stick a few dozen pins into his head, hands and feet, accompanied by the enthusiastic howling of the little brat. Eventually he completed his task, and the little brat now assumed the appearance of a little bratty porcupine. The sinseh brought in an odd looking contraption with wires and clips, and attached the clips (attached to wires) to the needles that were protruding from his scalp. He then plugged in the contraption to the nearest power point and turned it on, sending pulses of electricity through the wires, clips and down the needles. Now everything was starting to look like a sci-fi horror movie. The brat of course, resumed howling and flopping his little pin-studded hands and feet while his mother looked disinterestedly on.

Meanwhile the reflexologist attending to Schmetterling was pummelling and prodding and kneading Schmetterling's feet. After a few particularly hard prods, he looked up at Schmetterling and stated solemnly "You have a gassy stomach and hiccup often." and resumed prodding and kneading. A few minutes or so later, he looked up again and annouced " you are something of an insomniac" and proceeded to pound his fists on Schmetterling's calves.

Schmetterling did not think that foot reflexologists were supposed to be psychics.