A babysitting tale from my past. Listen below as I read it aloud for you, or check out the text version below that. : )
Un(Happy Hour)s
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“You’re going to LOVE these kids,” Debbie had told me, her voice in all caps as she extolled the sweet virtues of Annie, Ben, and Eva. This was always a red flag for me. Kids with a departing babysitter who purported to LOVVVVVVVE them. Personally, I loved $25 an hour, so I said, “They sound like amazing kids! When do you leave for grad school?”