nisaba
I've just moved into a new area, and none of the faces in shopping centres are familiar. (On a subliminal level you get used to seeing familiar faces around you, I feel as if I'm on Mars).
I have a habit, if I go places for coffee, of leaving my business card near my used crockery - it has "thank you" printed on the reverse, and I turn it up to show that. Good manners AND free publicity.
I got an email from a female asking me for a reading online, saying she'd got my email from a business card in this particular new shopping centre. I *know* that I haven't yet left a pile of them with any of the retailers for their customers, so it was a bit of a mystery how she'd got my card there. So I did the Paypal thing, and the reading thing.
I went back to the shopping centre to buy food today, my second-ever visit. Sat down at the same place for coffee, since the last coffee was delicious. I got served by a middle-aged man. A younger woman working there, blonde, bouncy, kept looking over and meeting my eyes and smiling. She was pretty and I'm single so I smiled back, without any intention of speaking to her let alone dragging her off into my lair.
As I left, I dropped a business card on my saucer, thankyou-side-up, and also said "thank you" to the two of them as I walked out. And an hour later, it hit me. She kept smiling as if we had a secret together, BECAUSE SHE WAS MY CLIENT!
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I have a habit, if I go places for coffee, of leaving my business card near my used crockery - it has "thank you" printed on the reverse, and I turn it up to show that. Good manners AND free publicity.
I got an email from a female asking me for a reading online, saying she'd got my email from a business card in this particular new shopping centre. I *know* that I haven't yet left a pile of them with any of the retailers for their customers, so it was a bit of a mystery how she'd got my card there. So I did the Paypal thing, and the reading thing.
I went back to the shopping centre to buy food today, my second-ever visit. Sat down at the same place for coffee, since the last coffee was delicious. I got served by a middle-aged man. A younger woman working there, blonde, bouncy, kept looking over and meeting my eyes and smiling. She was pretty and I'm single so I smiled back, without any intention of speaking to her let alone dragging her off into my lair.
As I left, I dropped a business card on my saucer, thankyou-side-up, and also said "thank you" to the two of them as I walked out. And an hour later, it hit me. She kept smiling as if we had a secret together, BECAUSE SHE WAS MY CLIENT!
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