Babysitters
Dazbrilliantwhites asks: You've had them and maybe even have been one. Or maybe you were once babysat by someone who is now a notorious serial killer. Tell us your stories.
( , Thu 28 Oct 2010, 12:15)
Dazbrilliantwhites asks: You've had them and maybe even have been one. Or maybe you were once babysat by someone who is now a notorious serial killer. Tell us your stories.
( , Thu 28 Oct 2010, 12:15)
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When me and my sister were mere kiddies
We used to be left with a family until my mum got in from work. It was a pleasant house with a good garden and friendly children, and the family were perfectly nice people. Except for one oddity: the mother had this weird thing where we had to ask permission to go to the toilet. And, bizarrely, sometimes she'd say no.
One day, I'd survived her evil eye and been granted permission for a slash. But a few minutes later I realised I needed a dump too. Asking again was out of the question; her stare would probably burn me to a crisp. So, I decide to find a secluded spot, and with child-like logic picked a spot in the front garden.
Unfortunately, I was looking at things from a height of about 80cm, and as I curled out a steamer in the undergrowth, thinking I was hidden from view, I was blissfully unaware that from the windows of all the houses in the street, I was entirely visible.
It was years before I worked out why we never went back to that nice house again...
( , Thu 28 Oct 2010, 14:48, 2 replies)
We used to be left with a family until my mum got in from work. It was a pleasant house with a good garden and friendly children, and the family were perfectly nice people. Except for one oddity: the mother had this weird thing where we had to ask permission to go to the toilet. And, bizarrely, sometimes she'd say no.
One day, I'd survived her evil eye and been granted permission for a slash. But a few minutes later I realised I needed a dump too. Asking again was out of the question; her stare would probably burn me to a crisp. So, I decide to find a secluded spot, and with child-like logic picked a spot in the front garden.
Unfortunately, I was looking at things from a height of about 80cm, and as I curled out a steamer in the undergrowth, thinking I was hidden from view, I was blissfully unaware that from the windows of all the houses in the street, I was entirely visible.
It was years before I worked out why we never went back to that nice house again...
( , Thu 28 Oct 2010, 14:48, 2 replies)
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