After a two-year delay, my husband and I are finally going to a concert again. Our tickets are canceled a few days in advance. We are bummed but I also feel guilty towards our 17 year old nanny. Who knows what kind fat she let go for this nannygig† I’m sending her a cancellation with extended apologies. Fortunately, her reaction shows that she is not too disappointed: “It doesn’t matter, I forgot about it anyway.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of July 4, 2022