Hopefully, There Is Muffin To Worry About

I’m a pet groomer. I don’t work for a grooming salon or anything, I work alone out of a veterinarian’s office, so clients will just save my work cell number in their phone as my name or my name, the dog groomer.

Apparently, one of my regular clients’ wives thought he was cheating on her and texted every female-sounding name in his phone, telling all of us to stay away from her man.

I wrote back:

Me: “So should I cancel Muffin’s grooming appointment for next week?”

Client’s Wife: “Never mind, wrong number.”

He brought Muffin in the following week as usual. I mentioned the text, and he just sighed.

Client: “You too? She texted my cousins, coworkers, and even my half-sister!. People she’s actually met!”