Housekeeper

When I was eight, I fired the housekeeper for folding my socks incorrectly.  And my mom said “Fine.  Fold your own goddamn socks, you little shit.  And I’m not your goddamn Housekeeper.”  And then she grounded me for two weeks and withheld my allowance.  I was so traumatized by the incident, to this day, I cannot bring myself to hire a housekeeper.

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