Address Sign on Castle or Prison?

Do you believe in being in the right or wrong place at a certain time? I took this experience as a learning, eye opening one, but other people might feel differently.

I once had a rich client, her name was Linda. She basically did not do anything but maintain herself all day. She asked that I go to help out a friend of hers who had just broken her arm and in need of someone who can help do her makeup and hair in the morning.

I couldn’t say no to Linda because even though she was nice, she was an authoritative kind of person. You could say she was probably intimidating to me. And the other reason I couldn’t say no was because she told me her friend would pay whatever I thought was appropriate. While driving home, all I could think about was how much I should charge this friend of Linda’s. I was twenty-two years old and the pretty red dress in Contempo was so waiting for me!

The day came, I was on my way to see Linda’s friend,
after I went to get my printer supplies. I drove up the hill and didn’t see any address signs anywhere. The directions looked as if it was near, but the turn was nowhere close. It was a good 45 minutes up the hill when I started seeing some address plaques and numbers on some mansions. I was getting a little freaked out by all the trees and woods, but I had to make my appointment.

I finally made it to the gate and was now standing in front of her home address plaque. I was greeted by three huge Dobermans. If I could move, I would have turned around and ran back into my car.

It seemed like hours before a man said from a far “Hello, you must be Amanda.” I breathe a sigh of relief as I followed him into the castle. And before my other foot was in the door, another two huge Dobermans ran up to me from the staircase, with their shiny fangs and tongues hanging out and drooling as they sniffed me everywhere. I nearly fainted. I tried to regain my courage and stayed calm, but the whole time I couldn’t wait to get out of the castle, mansion, or prison? I didn’t want the money or the pretty little red dress anymore, and I didn’t care if this was where I was going to meet my prince. It was way too much welcome for me.

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  1. Sounds like an experience you can't forget and don't want to repeat. I don't blame you. Dobermans - friendly or not - are very intimidating.

  2. If I got spooked, I would have turned around and left. I'm glad you stay and got the job done. Not to mention got out in one piece..

  3. Dobermans can be quite intimidating!! I don't think I would have lasted that long and you don't say what & if you got paid.


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