Well, my husband got me a gift certificate for an hour-long massage with a blind masseuse. And I was, like, super impressed that he was blind, but he was so efficient. and just, you know, led me into the room, and I stood there while he talked to me, and I just stripped butt naked and got on the bed, and he massaged me and said, you need a sheet? I'm like, oh, no, I'm fine. Totally comfortable because, you know, he's blind. So I come home and tell my husband how great the massage was and how amazing it was that he just was so efficient in everything he was doing and being blind, and my husband says, well, he's not blind. He's legally blind. Like, he just can't drive. Oh, my God. For an hour, like, flipping over. Oh, my God. That would be mortified. Oh, my God. Who wasn't lying?