I treasured those gift certificates. I held on to them, banking them against a day when I would Really Need Them. They sat in my in-box and sent off a submarine-like ping to my subconscious: help is always on hand.
The thing is, by the time you are up to your eyeballs in the kind of turmoil that makes a day when You Really Need Them, the gift certificates aren’t much good anyway. Because ordering from a caterer requires Advanced Planning.
And another thing:…
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