While growing up, my brother and I had many babysitters come to our house for extended periods of time. My parents were older and traveled quite often without us children.
At the time, I didn’t know if this experience should be blamed on me or the babysitter. She helped me fill out one of those postcards in a magazine that expresses one’s desire to be considered for a new career…an airline stewardess.
Although, I didn’t even wear a bra yet, she gave me just the right body measurements. I am sure I was a perfect 10. I guess it was before the airlines realized that hiring on looks alone could be labeled as discrimination.
I remember the fun babysitter asking the questions and me giggling with, “I don’t know” for the answer.
And she would follow by saying, “Okay, we will check that you are available to start anytime. Since I was a young girl I have always wanted to be a social worker. I never even gave being a stewardess any thought until the phone rang months later.
“The phone is for you,” my mother called out. I have no clue why she waited until after I hung up to ask me who it was.
After just hearing my timid little hello, the nice woman on the other end of the line started out the conversation by saying, “Sweetheart, you are not 21 are you?” She then proceeded to tell me that when I was old enough to please call them back.
I don’t even remember what I said to my mom to keep myself out of more trouble, but it certainly wasn’t the truth.