Blogs on Snobs

I don't think I've ever told my kids about my humiliation at the hands of snobs. So here is one story. I, of course, will not use anybody's real name. (except for Gloria)

When I was sixteen and school was out and I needed a little money, I applied for a job with a doctor's family who would be spending the summer at their lake cabin. I was to be the wife's helper in the kitchen and around the cabin. My friend, Gloria had applied for a similar job with another doctor's wife at their nearby cabin. But this family had small children. So there was no room for Gloria in the cabin, and she spent her nights in the pump house. Rather noisy at times! I, at least had my own room although the odor of mosquito dope was horrible.

I lasted four days.

Each morning before anyone else got out of bed, I was to light a fire in the fireplace, and then go to where the doctor and his wife were sleeping and wake them up using a nice, cheery tone of voice. While helping the lady of the cabin in the kitchen she would brag about her very prominent family members. One day I set a bottle of catsup on the table where the family was going to have their lunch. My mistress exclaimed, "Don't ever put the bottle of catsup on the table! Put it in a container with a spout." This was a table in a screened-in porch in the middle of a woodsy area! I, of course, ate alone in the rather primitive kitchen. I think you get the picture.

But I drew the line at scrubbing out their outhouse. So I left for good after I finished that job. It really stunk.