Let That Lesson (Baby)Sit With You

(I am a 16-year-old girl at the time, but am always told that I look like I’m 20. I’m babysitting for a family friend who has three children, ages five, three, and one year. I’m taking them to the pool of a hotel where I’m watching them, and I wrangle them all into the elevator, where a woman and her teenage daughter are already standing.)

Woman: *very clearly staring, whispers to her daughter about me*

Me: “Oh, this? I’m babysitting. But even if I wasn’t, my life choices are none of your business, and it’s not polite to stare! Tell that to your daughter.”

(The woman turned bright red and hurried her daughter out of the elevator!)