Two years into our marriage, with no children yet, I recently discovered my wife holding a flyer for "mobile pressure point therapy" she picked up while returning from shopping at a station intersection. They were running a new customer campaign, offering treatments at a discounted rate, so we decided to give it a try over the weekend, just for the experience. Originally, I was supposed to receive the treatment, but my wife had quietly mentioned before how her shoulders often ached from housework. Taking that into account, the therapist said, "We also have a special course for women, so if you'd like, I can treat her instead."