a story

I have a friend who owns a spa salon and sometimes I visit her to look at all the stuff she has or help to clean it, she is only one who works in it.
One evening we were cleaning up the place, turned sign "Closed" on, only left the door open to get fresh air.
I was standing with a mop in my hands at the middle of the room, yellow kitchen gloves, dressed in old big sweater, rain boots, when a man asked if he could have a massage now.
I said:"Sure, take off your pants!" He ran away.