The agency phoned me today to let me know that the call I had turned down yesterday wanted to see me tonight. This was fantastic news as this call was out of town, pays twice the hourly rate, and when I spoke to him, he said he wanted me for a few hours. This call alone was going to be four figures, and I'd already had a couple calls today. Today was an amazing day financially.
I planned on giving myself an extra half hour in travel time, just to be safe, and I gave myself an hour to get ready. I thought I would look extra nice, as he was paying me an obscene amount of money. He phoned me about half an hour before I was due out the door and asked if I could come early. I'm not sure if he was planning on me riding my magic carpet there or what, but I very nicely told him that I wouldn't be able to get there any sooner at that point.
Now that I'm living in Narnia, (it's not actually called Narnia, I call it that because it's so far into the suburbs, it's ridiculous) I completely, COMPLETELY underestimated how long it would take to get across town, out of the city, and onto the highway to start my drive out to this ritzy ritzy little tourist town I was going to. I phoned him and told him, I would be half an hour late... which was optimistic. but I knew I was going to book it out there. I have driven this highway more times than I could count, so I know all the twists and turns, and I know where the cops hang out. I wasn't too worried about going fast.
When I told him about being late, he says to me, "But you said you were going to be here at 9."
"No, remember? We said 9:30"
"I called the agency and asked that you come sooner."
"I didn't get that call. When did you call?" I thought, maybe the agency didn't pass on the message, but then I thought better of it. They are so good for that kind of thing, there's no way I'm taking the clients word over theirs.
I decide not to debate him any further on this, as I know it's not an argument that I'm going to win. I did beat my own personal record in getting there though. Some times, I think clients aren't worth the speeding ticket, but this one would have been. Also, shortly after leaving the city I saw a car pulled over for speeding in the on-coming lane. Perfect. Not only is the cop busy, but he's going the other way. 9 PM on a monday night, there isn't going to be another cop on the road.
I get there, and he was a little up-set that I was late, but I put my cute face on and all was forgotten. I called the agency to let them know I'd made it safely, and do my time call. When the client and I talked yesterday, we negotiated on the price, and because the high out of town rate, I did have a little leeway on the price, something that I never do. I agreed on one out of town hour, one regular hour, and I'd throw in GFE. A bargain! ha ha. I was still making wayyyy more than I would be if I stayed in town. When I was there he started haggling with me again. Ugh, this may be racist, but it's so typical. Frick.
"Some girls will stay all night for $1000," He tells me.
"Oh? Hmmm, but you didn't call them, did you? We agreed on the price yesterday." When guys dick around on me with the price, I kinda wanna slap them. Not like a hard slap, or a violent one, just some thing that clearly says, 'Smarten up!' I walked away from the discussion and hung up my coat. It was not up for discussion, and he reached for his other pocket, believing I'd walk with the money he already gave me.
Once that shit was out of the way we had a really good time. Really relaxed. We watched a really bad 80's movie, fooled around, watched more TV, drank some wine out of a newly opened bottle, fooled around some more. He was a really nice guy. I liked him.
At one point I wondered if he read my blog, ha ha. He asked me to teach him how to kiss. It was funny. Kinda weird. Kinda funny. Then he asked me how to have an affair with a white chic. I told him, I don't know, I'd never had an affair with a white chic. In all honestly, I didn't know what kind of affair he was looking for, and didn't care to ask
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I left at midnight, and I kinda wanted to sit at a bar for a little bit. I wasn't going to drink at all, but I wanted to get some pub food, chat it up with people, wind down a bit before the long drive home. But sadly, nothing was open. Crazy! I left the option open to myself to stay at the hostel there, or get a private room, but I was feeling ok enough to do the drive. I went a lot slower coming home. This turned out to be a good decision, cause I've never seen so much wild life on the road. And I'm not talking about coyotes, and bunnies, I'm talking about beasts with antlers, the kind that would take off the top half of your car. Still speeding though, just not excessively. I was about 10 minutes outside of the city limits, and I came over a crest, and there was a fucking cop sitting there.
"God Damnit!!!" I yell. I know I said this job would have been worth a speeding ticket, but I didn't think I'd actually get one. Sure enough the cop turns on his flashers, and I'm done for. Last time this happened, I just submitted. I pulled over right away. This time, fuck that, I wanna see that cop chase me. I'm watching, looking out the mirror, waiting... waiting... no cop! YAY!!! It was just a warning! I love you Officer. You know, I've always had a healthy respect for cops, (despite my many tickets) and this is just another example of them being awesome.
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