Jasmine looked the contents of the table over. It was unbelievable the junk people put in a garage-sale. Joke toilet- paper; one oversized golf-tee; more ashtrays than 10 smokers could use. Just junk! Even the clothes were junk. She had hoped to at least get a laugh out of the stuff. Coming out to the area where the “rich folks” lived had been a lark. Supposedly, people who were wealthier, would have a better class of garage-sale. Not from what she could see here though. A brown box caught her eye. What’s this? Naw! Even...
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I think that was the scariest day of my life to that point. Well, maybe not *the* scariest, but definitely right up near the top of the list. Some people might argue that a job interview is a job interview, period. Most times I’d agree with them. That one was different. When was the last time you had an interview at a large, expensive house, in an exclusive neighbourhood, where you were to meet your prospective employer’s husband and children? The children whom you would be in charge of for a year? Especially when you...
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