He booked a regular 2-hour session. Nice guy, mid-40s, finance type—clean, polite, nothing odd. I open the door, and he walks in with his wife. I froze. Thought I was about to get exposed or jumped.
But nope—she smiles, hands me a box of pastries, and says, “He talks about you all the time. Just wanted to meet the woman who makes my husband feel understood.”
They sat on my couch, chatting casually like we were at brunch. She didn’t stay for the session, just left after ten minutes… but not before telling me, “Charge him extra. He’s been annoying lately.”
Still don’t know if it was love, revenge, or just rich people being weird. Either way, best pastries I’ve ever had.
But nope—she smiles, hands me a box of pastries, and says, “He talks about you all the time. Just wanted to meet the woman who makes my husband feel understood.”
They sat on my couch, chatting casually like we were at brunch. She didn’t stay for the session, just left after ten minutes… but not before telling me, “Charge him extra. He’s been annoying lately.”
Still don’t know if it was love, revenge, or just rich people being weird. Either way, best pastries I’ve ever had.