Today was kinda a boring yet memorable day. I was offered three babysitting jobs today. All of which coincided with the others perfectly. One was from 9:30-11:30, the next, from 11:45-4:00, and the third was from 4:30-8:30. A babysitters dream, right? Especially since the first one was pay day since I go to her three times a week. Friday is always pay day, otherwise known as "my happy day."
Anyone in the Miller home will recall how my dad always said that if you are taking somebody home, dropping them off, etc. then you should wait until they get into the house okay, and then leave. Apparently H never listened to Dad's lessons because she dropped me off at my babysitting job, and left before they opened the door. They NEVER opened the door. I rang twice, knocked once, and tried opening the door twice. Nothing happened. So i waited. Nothing.
My best bet would be to head home. Just a note to anybody reading this who knows my mom....Tell her a cell phone is worth the costs. No phone, and wearing flip-flops, I headed towards home. I first tried all the church doors, and looked for any open windows in case I could break in and use the phone, but our bishopric apparently checks all that stuff on Sunday.No luck. And by that time I really badly needed to pee. Can you see my grief?
So I kept walking, walking and walking. My first instincts were to go to the Riley's house, but I didn't want to bother them. Then I passed the Harris's, and then the Despains....I hate bothering people, so I just kept walking. An hour later after all that walking and I finally made it home, without so much as a "hey h2". Instead F2, just motioned to me from inside that he wasn't getting ff the couch to get the door. I had to use the hide-a-key.
So here I am, and I thought that I'd tell everybody what a horrible walk I had. Still got two more babysitting jobs to go!
Also, my birthday's on Tuesday! YAY!! Anybody want to make me a cake?
3 comments:
You'll have to tell us how the story ends....why weren't they home? Did they call the house after you had left and tell you not to come? Mysterious indeed. You could have peed at the Dairy Queen.
-boney M
HOW THE STORY ENDED:
* I get home, Haley doesn't care about the mishap, and no messages on the machine. And later I practically forget it all happened because nobody feels sorry for me.
My employer leaves me an email saying that she'll pay me for my 4 hours that week on monday. no explaination, or anything.
You can always stop at the Riley's, ANYTIME. Except this time, becasue we are out of town. (All the boys are at scout camp and I am in SUNNY California with a girlfriend, as in without any boys. Alone. By my self.) Tell that F2 he had better work on his manners even if you are just a sister.
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