Tonight I went to read for a young man at his place. Naturally when visiting others I always take someone with me as a chaperone, safety first and all that. I’ve always felt I was being a little over cautious but this evening proved that I’ve been doing just the right thing!
Turned up at the flat at the agreed time, spent ages trying to find him (first sign of trouble, no coming out to meet us) and when I finally got to the door there was no answer. This would have been disheartening enough, to waste mine and another’s time, fuel and effort for nought. However on my third vigorous knocking on the door, it opened! I caught my breath, shouted in “hello?” to no avail, then made the mistake of peering in to shout again. I wished I could bleach my brain to remove the images. Filthy just doesn’t cut it. Upturned ashtrays, half eaten plates of food, sparse furniture and dirty clothes. Finally my eyes alighted on pieces of foil around the ashtrays… that was it, I was OUT of there! We practically turned tail and fled, feeling very icky all the way home!
Ghastly. This was one time, in hindsight, that I was glad to find the client NOT home.
Ah well, onwards and upwards, I suppose one bad egg in amongst an average five per week since April is pretty good going really!
Ah the adventures of a Tarot Reader… ~smiles~
Tarot Reader and Celebrant 
Oh how horrid. Glad he wasn’t home. Hopefully you won’t get many of those. xxxx
I am so happy your horrible experience left you with your chaperon only with a nasty images instead of someone getting hurt. Stick to your instincts I always say ..I know when I don’t, I reap the fall out.