freemotion
Food Guru
Did I tell this story before?
When I first got my massage therapy license, I set up a room in my house to do some work at home. We rented the first floor of an old house. I was waiting for the very pregnant woman to arrive for her first appointment, by referral, so I'd never met her. I was nervously putting some finishing polish on the bathroom chrome when I stood up, turned around, facing the louvered closet door....and there, at eye level, was a mouse tail hanging out between the louvers.
That meant, for all you sleepy-heads, that there was a mouse attached on the other side of the door.
Pregnant clients need the potty every 20 minutes. Definitely the moment they step in the door. My career was ending before it had barely begun. I imagined screams, crashing and thrashing, injuries, lawsuits.
So I gingerly opened the closet door, armed with a plastic container and a piece of cardboard. The mouse jumped, as did I, and my almost-blind aging kitty did, too. I put the cat out into the living room and closed the door so I could quickly pull everything out of the closet and catch the mouse and put it outside.
It was nowhere to be found, so I cleaned up again like lightening, very nervous now as the client was due to arrive. I went out into the livingroom to wring my hands and watch the driveway, and....you guessed it.....my old cat had the mouse in the middle of the rug!
I scooped up the injured mouse so fast and ran it across the street and tossed it in the empty lot just in the nick of time. Whew.
I no longer would dream of working out of my home. Yikes.
When I first got my massage therapy license, I set up a room in my house to do some work at home. We rented the first floor of an old house. I was waiting for the very pregnant woman to arrive for her first appointment, by referral, so I'd never met her. I was nervously putting some finishing polish on the bathroom chrome when I stood up, turned around, facing the louvered closet door....and there, at eye level, was a mouse tail hanging out between the louvers.
That meant, for all you sleepy-heads, that there was a mouse attached on the other side of the door.
Pregnant clients need the potty every 20 minutes. Definitely the moment they step in the door. My career was ending before it had barely begun. I imagined screams, crashing and thrashing, injuries, lawsuits.
So I gingerly opened the closet door, armed with a plastic container and a piece of cardboard. The mouse jumped, as did I, and my almost-blind aging kitty did, too. I put the cat out into the living room and closed the door so I could quickly pull everything out of the closet and catch the mouse and put it outside.
It was nowhere to be found, so I cleaned up again like lightening, very nervous now as the client was due to arrive. I went out into the livingroom to wring my hands and watch the driveway, and....you guessed it.....my old cat had the mouse in the middle of the rug!
I scooped up the injured mouse so fast and ran it across the street and tossed it in the empty lot just in the nick of time. Whew.
I no longer would dream of working out of my home. Yikes.