Heard a delightful story recently from a charming lady in her mid-80s, from when she was a girl-about-town in early-1950s Los Angeles, dating nice young men and dreaming of wedding-bells in between Jazz parties and going to Church wearing high heels, hats and gloves. My friend had a female room-mate, a sweet girl whom she had met at work at the Telephone Company. They were good friends, and had many happy times together with their pals.
The engineers at the Phone Company had a little hobby - listening-in to people's phone calls, just out nosiness and "because they could".
One of these, obviously a real nice, ethical character, took it upon himself to warn my friend against hanging out with her roomie, because "you know she's into the Marijuana scene..."
Needless to say, she paid no attention.
Rock on, 1953!
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