Someone’s Husband Is About To Be A Persona Non Grata

A while ago, I was working on a freelance job, and I was in the design stage. I mocked up a few designs and sent them off to the client.

She called me the next day, a bit disturbed and seemingly offended.

Client: “Yeah, hi. I wanted to talk about the designs. I wanted to ask you about what these naked girls are doing on my website.”

Me: “Naked girls? Sorry, what?”

Client: “Well, I’ve opened the files that you sent me, and I scrolled down, and suddenly, I see three naked girls kissing. This is incredibly unprofessional; I’m disgusted that you would send me something like this.”

I had already figured out what was happening, but you can’t just say these things straight away.

Me: “Well, uhh… I’ve just sent you these three screenshots of the design I’ve made so—”

Client: “And now I see a picture of a camel and pictures of a desert. What is all this you’ve sent me?”

Me: “Ma’am, I don’t know how to say this, but I think that what you are seeing are files from your cache. So these are temporary images your computer saves when you go onto a website.”

Client: “What? Oh, no. That can’t be. I’ve never visited sites like that.”

At this point, her husband started to get involved in the telephone conversation. I heard him yelling in the background that what I was saying was “…bulls***! She’s f****** lying!”

I continued explaining about temporary files and how this had nothing to do with the files that I sent. She listened and then suddenly said:

Client: “Well, okay. But another thing, I wanted to say that I don’t speak Latin.”

Me: “Sorry, what do you mean?”

Client: “Well, all the text in the designs that you’ve made are in Latin. I can’t read them.”

And then I explained what Lorem Ipsum was.