Malibu Nanny: The True Adventures Of The Former Kardashian Nanny

For just a second, I got scared. East L.A. I’d heard about East L.A.
That’s where the gang bangers live. Not a pretty place. Not a safe place.
But before I could protest, the officer continued, “Frankly, I would be
scared about your safety there. As you may know, East L.A. is not like
Malibu.”
Yeah, I didn’t really need you to clarify that, I thought.
“I’ll bring you to the Jenner’s home.” (I had told him where I lived, and
who I worked for. Whether it made a difference or not, I’m not sure.
But I figured in the circumstances I was in, if name-dropping might help
even the slightest bit, well I was certainly going to try. So I namedropped
away.)
“But…Ms. Behan,” he said sternly. “I’d better not see your car moved
from that spot tonight, or I will arrest you again tomorrow. “
The next morning, I had to put my tail between my legs, suck up my
pride, and tell Bruce that not only did I get a DUI, but I also needed a
ride back to my car.
He sure gave me a hard time about that one, and NEVER let me forget it.
A few days later, I went to court and fought the DUI on the basis that
one of my breathalyzer tests was below .08%, and I wasn’t given a
breathalyzer in the field. Fortunately, I was able to have the charge
removed from my record.
I promised myself, no more mess-ups. I did not want to get fired.