My mom has a housekeeper that comes once a month. As my mom describes her, "She's not very good, but she's fast!" At lunch she told me a story about how one time she'd asked this lady to help her with the garden and asked her to weed. To my mom's surprise, when she came back out, the woman had pulled out all the plants into a pile so that the garden was completely bare. That's still the funniest story I've heard in a while. When the lady left, my mom went through the pile replanting the real plants and now only has her help weed around the little shrub in front of the house. Why does she still employ her you might ask? In my mother's words, "Well, she's a good person." That's good enough for me.
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