That (mortifying) Time I Wasn't a Celebrity Nanny

When I returned from my complete fail trip of modelling in Paris,(M&D:"We are NOT doing this again." Fair cop ) for some reason, I decided that I could make a living as a nanny.  I don't remember things, so can't shed any light on this decision (IRL, I am terrified of children as they are amazing gauges of bullshit and I think I'm made of that, so.  I have taken many, many, many precautions to assure that I'm never in charge of another human being. Passable cat mom though!)  

So: call from the agency. "Looking after two young children, light housekeeping, Malibu."  OK! At this point, I must mention that I had formerly had a very posh and lovely boyfriend who grew up among entertainment royalty and was responsible for keeping me from retreating scared to PA. (Love you, MGB.)Their family virtually adopted me, which changed the course of my life.

Arrived to Malibu: there were a freakload of pix of Clark Gable around: which whose legacy, as a kiddie film historian, I was acutely aware.
AZC:  (thoughts)  Well, this is weird.  I guess they really like him? I am probably the most literal person on the planet, not  kidding.
JCG:  Hi! Are you here for the nanny job?
AZC:  Yep.  I could be really good at it (BLATANT LIE)
JCG:  (doubtful) You know, it involves a lot of heavy lifting, 
AZC: (weighing about 115 lbs)  Oh, I'm good at everything.
JCG:  Thanks! I'll be in touch.

 He seemed really weirded out.  "Oh, I'm just a girl, looking for a job," I thought, driving my Honda back down PCH.

Except. 
Except.
All those pix of Clark Gable.
Except: Malibu
Except: MGB went to school with...John Clark Gable.
"I just interviewed, for a nanny position, with my ex's elite schoolmate."  Today, that's a gossip entree, but I was MORTIFIED.
Don't know if I've told MGB to this day, sorry love  xoxo