I, like most suburban pre-teen girls, had a few baby sitting gigs when I was younger. There was one in particular that was prime because they had a stocked fridge. But THOSE stories are only told at my Over-Eaters Anonymous meetings.
My charges were 2 girls and a boy. None were in diapers and all were expected to listen to and obey authority. It was easy money. One night, while watching The Ten Commandments for the only-Moses-knows-how-many-eth time, I left them arguing why the Tornado Warning on screen wasn't anything to worry about.
"It was there when mom recorded it."
"But why would it be there now if there isn't a tornado now?"
"Because it was there when we recorded it on tv"
"But why is it on the tv now?????"
Almost done with "making" (slicing apples) their snack - the argument died down and there was quiet. Then Ashley comes running up the stairs, "Tasha, two police officers are here."
What the shit?
I go downstairs and see two uniformed police officers standing at the door. One looked kinda like Tom Cruise and the other like Porky Pig. Tom Cruise Cop tell me they received a call about an intruder in the house and they came to investigate.
"I'm pretty sure it's just me and the kids here."
"Ma'am we received a call that a neighbor saw someone upstairs."
"That was me - in the kitchen."
"Who are you?"
"The babysitter."
"Can we come inside to investigate?" He moves toward to door, I block him.
I ask: "Do you have a search warrant?"
Earlier in the week my Civics class (8th grade Civics class, mind you) had gone over the limits of the police and how they could not enter a private residence without a search warrant. I have an uneasiness around police or any sort of authority figure and I was NOT comfortable letting 2 "police men" into the house.
Porky Pig Cop laughs.
"No, we don't. But we want to make sure you guys are safe."
"Well, it's my job to keep these kids safe and I don't feel comfortable letting you in the house and since you don't have a warrant I don't have to let you in." I called the mom on the cordless phone and had the officers talk to her (outside) just to appease them.
It turns out it was the crazy neighbor who saw me in the kitchen and called the police.
My charges were 2 girls and a boy. None were in diapers and all were expected to listen to and obey authority. It was easy money. One night, while watching The Ten Commandments for the only-Moses-knows-how-many-eth time, I left them arguing why the Tornado Warning on screen wasn't anything to worry about.
"It was there when mom recorded it."
"But why would it be there now if there isn't a tornado now?"
"Because it was there when we recorded it on tv"
"But why is it on the tv now?????"
Almost done with "making" (slicing apples) their snack - the argument died down and there was quiet. Then Ashley comes running up the stairs, "Tasha, two police officers are here."
What the shit?
I go downstairs and see two uniformed police officers standing at the door. One looked kinda like Tom Cruise and the other like Porky Pig. Tom Cruise Cop tell me they received a call about an intruder in the house and they came to investigate.
"I'm pretty sure it's just me and the kids here."
"Ma'am we received a call that a neighbor saw someone upstairs."
"That was me - in the kitchen."
"Who are you?"
"The babysitter."
"Can we come inside to investigate?" He moves toward to door, I block him.
I ask: "Do you have a search warrant?"
Earlier in the week my Civics class (8th grade Civics class, mind you) had gone over the limits of the police and how they could not enter a private residence without a search warrant. I have an uneasiness around police or any sort of authority figure and I was NOT comfortable letting 2 "police men" into the house.
Porky Pig Cop laughs.
"No, we don't. But we want to make sure you guys are safe."
"Well, it's my job to keep these kids safe and I don't feel comfortable letting you in the house and since you don't have a warrant I don't have to let you in." I called the mom on the cordless phone and had the officers talk to her (outside) just to appease them.
It turns out it was the crazy neighbor who saw me in the kitchen and called the police.
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It was probably the side show bob hair you used to sport that made you look suspicious
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