Love and I are at a hotel for a special occasion. We talk about possibly going shopping because one or both of us need to buy shoes or some other clothing. I first have to get dressed and by the time I do and find her in her room, she's just getting up from having a massage. I ask her about how many massages she's had and she says she's had quite a few. I explain to her that it isn't fair, the masseuse is not getting paid her usual commission because we have some sort of deal going with the hotel. Love protests that she tipped the woman $2 but I point out that $2 is hardly compensation for an hour of work. Love tries to argue her point but I am so frustrated with her lack of concern and/or compassion that walk out of the room. The masseuse is walking down the corridor and I catch up with her. She looks at me with gratitude, thankful that I argued for her value as a professional. Not that it made a difference and I carried my anger and frustration at Love with me.