In my boyhood, my family house had two cleaners. On occasion I would overhear them chatting when the
In my boyhood, my family house had two cleaners. On occasion I would overhear them chatting when they thought no one was listening, about their dreams and aspirations, quite typically, what they would do if they were to somehow strike it rich. The part which so effected me, a physically delicate, sensitive, insecure young boy, was where they were so polite to me in person, in their imagined world where the tables were turned and they were rich. Referring to me as the “girly boy”, they would take particular joy in hiring me as their maid, for so much money that I couldn’t refuse. How they would so giggle going into details about the maids dress I would wear. The lingerie I would wear underneath. The perfectly maintained makeup, hair and manicures that would be required of me. How I would respond to “madam” and curtsy upon agreement. -- source link