(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 38 and part of the Ebola Mom series)
I just…I don’t…I can’t…I…ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, LADY?!?!?!
(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 38 and part of the Ebola Mom series)
I just…I don’t…I can’t…I…ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, LADY?!?!?!
(Related to Ebola Mom Part 24, and part of the Ebola Mom series)
So again…math tutor. I am your daughter’s math tutor.
(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 29 and part of the Ebola Mom series)
And 30 minutes after posting about life’s tendency to be awkward and uncomfortable, this lady. Right on cue.
Oh, I’m sorry. Was I supposed to respond?
Guys– I’m a little worried she thinks we’re friends.
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
Oh, Nanc. How I admire your unique ability to not be nice while doing something nice.
For so many reasons….No.
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)

Also, wtf is a book job, Nanc?
You know what, forget it. I don’t even care.
(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 5, and part of the Ebola Mom series: Ebola Mom Part 1, Ebola Mom Part 2, Ebola Mom Part 3 , Ebola Mom Part 4 , and Ebola Dad )
Good idea, Nanc. Probably the one you should have come up with 10 texts ago, before things got weird.
(For background on this character, please see Ebola Mom Part 1 , Ebola Mom Part 2 , Ebola Mom Part 3 , Ebola Mom Part 4 and Ebola Dad)
This woman never disappoints. Right before I show up to her apartment to tutor her daughter at 3:15, she texts me:
She then asked if I could take her daughter with me to my next client. (I’m not posting that text because in it she uses her daughter’s name, and I try to protect the innocent children). Again, in case you missed how ABSURD this is– SHE ASKED ME TO BRING HER CHILD TO MY NEXT CLIENT’S APARTMENT. No, she does not know my next client.

Um, not mistake your tutor for a babysitter? Plan ahead? Not be THE WORST? So many options, lady.