It was a recent post by Capital Punter on the protocol of paying, that brought this incident to mind. It wasn't just forgetting to pay that was embarrassing, but the situation that led up to it.
I had started to see T privately after she decided to leave the "industry". I was her only "client" but we had never actually discussed payment or amounts. On previous visits I had simply left a generous "gift" in an envelope on the table.
On this particular occasion, we had planned to go out to lunch on the Wednesday, but a massive storm blew up Tuesday night and the roof of T's house sprung a leak and she had water dripping through the ceiling. The owner and/or agent were to come to inspect the damage on the Wednesday afternoon, so our little tête-à-tête was postponed to Thursday.
So on Thursday, we had had a wonderful couple of hours and were reclining in the lounge, sipping hot chai lattes, she in nothing but a bath-robe, and me mostly dressed but in stockinged feet and jacketless.
Suddenly the dogs started barking outside - T looked out the window and saw a couple of tradesmen coming to the door. It appears that they had been sent to prepare a quotation for repairs. T was thus tied up showing the workmen the problem, so I quietly said my goodbye and excused myself.
It was the next day that I got a text message from T saying that she couldn't find my "envelope" and that she thought we had a "business relationship". Oops! Red face!!! I quickly arranged a wire transfer.
I had started to see T privately after she decided to leave the "industry". I was her only "client" but we had never actually discussed payment or amounts. On previous visits I had simply left a generous "gift" in an envelope on the table.
On this particular occasion, we had planned to go out to lunch on the Wednesday, but a massive storm blew up Tuesday night and the roof of T's house sprung a leak and she had water dripping through the ceiling. The owner and/or agent were to come to inspect the damage on the Wednesday afternoon, so our little tête-à-tête was postponed to Thursday.
So on Thursday, we had had a wonderful couple of hours and were reclining in the lounge, sipping hot chai lattes, she in nothing but a bath-robe, and me mostly dressed but in stockinged feet and jacketless.
Suddenly the dogs started barking outside - T looked out the window and saw a couple of tradesmen coming to the door. It appears that they had been sent to prepare a quotation for repairs. T was thus tied up showing the workmen the problem, so I quietly said my goodbye and excused myself.
It was the next day that I got a text message from T saying that she couldn't find my "envelope" and that she thought we had a "business relationship". Oops! Red face!!! I quickly arranged a wire transfer.
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