The Maid

She bleached my shirt that wasn't stained. She destroyed it. She had the cheek to iron it and put it back into my wardrobe; first piece on top. I freaking confronted her. Armed with a rag and a grouch, she continued negotiating the stubborn stains on the dinning table. I rebuked her fanatically, forcing her into paying for the shirt. She freaking turned around and said, "Money, No problem."