For a while I had been pondering starting a petsitting and mobile grooming service here in Boston. The area is rife with over-wealthy, over-lazy, travelers with pets. I went as far as buying books and pondering business plans. I discarded the idea for lack of enthusiasm.
If I believed in Fate, I would call her a pushy, tenacious bitch. I don’t.
Circumstance is a fucking whore. Take that, personifications of concepts!
One of the vets from work asked around to see if any of us minions did petsitting. I said I wouldn’t mind since her house is on my way home (via train w/ a bit of a walk). She offered enough money that it wasn’t a significant inconvenience, and we scheduled a weekend.
Then we scheduled two more.
Then she gave my number to her neighbor and I have multiple gigs on 4th of July weekend.
Then she gave my number to her other neighbor and I may have multiple gigs this weekend.
I am now the Cambridge Pet Whore, getting passed around faster than your mom’s keys at a swingers’ party.
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