Another in the long list of things that prove I watch too much TV. This is the first thing I think of when someone tells me they have a mentor:
INT – JERRY’S APT
George: I still don’t understand this. Abby has a mentor?
Jerry: Yes. And the mentor advises the protégé.
George: Is there any money involved?
Jerry: No.
George: So what’s in it for the mentor?
Jerry: Respect, admiration, prestige.
George: Pssh. Would the protégé pick up stuff for the mentor?
Jerry: I suppose if it was on the protégé’s way to the mentor, they might.
George: Laundry? Dry cleaning?
Jerry: It’s not a valet, it’s a protégé.
But these days, I feel like things are opening up for me so huge that I need someone to hold my hand for a year or so to help me look both ways before I cross. I want my mommy.
