A client wanted me to illustrate a children’s book. We met a few times in person in public places and she seemed to be a reasonable person. SEEMED.
Client: Would you mind working at my house for a day? I have office space you could use and that way I can give you feedback right away.
Me: Um… okay. I don’t see why not.
After driving an hour and a half to her home she set me up in an office space that was separate from the rest of the house. She worked on some things in the same space, and I drew, and it was actually fine. The only thing was she didn’t actually give any feedback, which was ostensibly the reason for me to work there.
When her kids came back from school, she left me alone to keep working. I kept at it, and when I finished something I was working on I went to the door, only to discover that I was LOCKED IN. It was a glass door and I could see the keys dangling from the other side, which told me this was intentional. The office was two storeys up, and there was no way out.
I banged on the door until she came back.
Client: I’m sorry! I locked the door so my kids wouldn’t bother you.
Me: You left the keys in the door. They could get in, but I couldn’t get out.
Client: …Well at least these drawings look great!