Other Duties as Required
The babysitter gives value-added services to a husband with an unusual job.
I have the look, that fantasy babysitter innocence thing. I work at it. I’m always on time. I make sure things get done. I take my job seriously. The woman I sit for, not so much. She’s never on time. So I sit impatiently waiting for her to get her shit together and get out. Her husband is still sleeping, he does the swing shift at a local gym as a trainer.
“Fuck, where are my keys?” she said.
“Here, take your husband’s car. Don’t want to be late again.”
“And what’s he supposed to do to get to work?”
“I’ll find the key, or he can Uber. He’ll understand.”
“I don’t know,” she said. Leave already! Fuck!
“Tell you what, let me look around, you put your face on. OK?”
She agreed to that notion and went to the bathroom to put her makeup on. She was more fumbly than usual. And she’s got a nice dress on, She must have a job interview or something. I went to check on the kids, Emma was on her phone, Jacob was an X-box freak.
“You guys OK?” I asked, and got the usual annoyed look.
“Have you seen the car keys? Anyone?” I asked and got a pile of shrugs. Not in the kitchen, either. One place left. My favorite place to look. The bedroom.
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