Wow-- I'd forgotten all that stuff about babysitting. And yeah, I usually feel guilty for eating anything -- partly because I was taking their foo, partly because I didn't think I should take the time "off" to sit down and eat, and partly because it was generally normal American food that didn't fit my mother's definition of "healthy"-- if I even knew what it was (I remember one time the mom told me she'd left "sloppy joes" for the kids and I was welcome to some too-- man, I'm glad those kids were in grade school and knew how to fix their own dinner, because I had no clue what a sloppy joe was. I wasn't brave enough to try any, either.)
I did get some wonderful food out of one babysitting job, though. Among other instances, I was hired to watch the kid one time while his mom threw a garden-party. And she insisted that I fix myself up a plate of food from the stuff that was catered in. Man, I didn't know food could taste that good! I think that's around when I started really understanding that there were serious advantages to being rich, besides just having a nice house. *sigh*
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Date: 2008-12-15 10:49 pm (UTC)I did get some wonderful food out of one babysitting job, though. Among other instances, I was hired to watch the kid one time while his mom threw a garden-party. And she insisted that I fix myself up a plate of food from the stuff that was catered in. Man, I didn't know food could taste that good! I think that's around when I started really understanding that there were serious advantages to being rich, besides just having a nice house. *sigh*