A Kind of Betrayal
A while ago I was working on a freelance job and I was in the design stage. So 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 what was happening but you can’t just say these things straight away..]
Me: “Well, uhh. I’ve just sent you these 3 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 from the back that what I was saying was “Bullshit! She’s fucking lying!”]
I continued explaining about temporary files and how this had nothing to do with the files that I’ve sent. She listened and then suddenly said: “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.
