Bad eggsPosted: March 21, 2011
There was a woman called Jill Carter who used to come to my church.
When there was a bring-and-buy, she never brought anything. When there was a bake sale, she never baked anything. When there was a wake, she used to show up late and snaffle all the whiskey punch.
Meanest woman I ever did meet.
Of course one day, Father O’Reilly fronted her and the next time she came to a bake sale she brought a bundt cake that killed half the Simmons family with salmonella.
Sometimes you have to leave bad enough alone.