7/14/2021

When I was nannying, I used to take THE CHILD <name forever redacted he doesn’t need to be haunted by his old nanny’s sick rants> to a play date hosted by an UBER wealthy classmate. Each week, the family would hire out their school’s gym teacher <she sighs in poverty> to facilitate games between the kids, and each week I would watch the Real Housewives of Sexual Repression wait till class was finished to “chat” him up over the latest gym teacher news...

I deeply. And desperately PRAY that that dude was smashing every last one of those moms. If there is a God, hopefully they have enough humor left to allow the guy driving a 2008 sun scorched Camry to GET IT IN with every last Mom that drives a Tesla and named their child “Juniper”.