As many of you know, Bev spends a lot of her extra time babysitting (yes, this is slightly terrifying. Deal with it.) It’s a great little side gig that can be picked up and left off as wanted, is paid under the table, and can sometimes lead to some pretty cool connections/networks. I’ve been babysitting since sixth grade and, as you can imagine, have had some pretty great and some pretty horrible experiences. (that might have to be a section in the book I’ll never write)
One such experience came when I was in college and was hooked up with a Friday night babysitting gig through a friend from my classes. Now, I was in college a lot longer ago than I’d like to admit, so the details of this story are definitely a bit shady, but I’ll do my best to outline it for you here.
(I always want to start my stories like Sophia Petrillo…”Picture it. My college town, 2003.”)
Anyway, my college town, 2003(ish). I arrive at a pretty nice house kind of in the country outside of town. I don’t even remember how many kids or how old or anything like that, but I do remember us playing in the driveway with some sidewalk chalk and shit. And then I remember night/darkness creeping in, and bringing the kids inside. The kids and the animals, that is1. Except I hadn’t paid attention to whether or not the people who lived in the house had dogs or cats or how many, and the kids I was babysitting were visiting the owners from out of town (and were really young) and they didn’t know how many cats or dogs were supposed to be in the house either, and I think I let a stray/strange cat in the house for a few hours before the people got home.
So, that’s cool.
-Bev
1Babysitting for people with pets is kind of unavoidable. I generally just clap them them/lock them in other rooms, etc., and it’s generally not a big deal.
2Other “Bev Babysits” stories can be found here and here. Oh, and also here. But if there’s ever a book, there will be more. Oh yes, there will be more.
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