So, if you work at a spa as a massage specialist, and you see Kevin Costner chilling out in the Zen Room in his terry cloth robe drinking cucumber water, waiting for you to come take him back to one of those serene, private massage rooms in the back…pretend you’ve suddenly taken ill. Or try to run away.
Or at the very least, make sure that someone in management has sat the boy down and explained to him what exactly is and is not appropriate behavior for a man receiving a massage. And make sure that towel is stapled to his body.
