In the late 50s, my teenage brother wanted to work at a small repair shop in the strip mall — locks, keys, radios, small appliances, etc. My brother wanted to go alone to the job interview, but my dad insisted he was going to go with him. Dad deduced after a few minutes that this guy was a loner freak, and wouldn’t allow my bro to work there. Although nothing was “explained” about it to us younger kids, that was my first intuition about weirdo men. We had such a good dad!
My dad also accompanied me to my first job when I was 14. I went from high school help to Assistant Manager to Manager. That manager who hired me, over the years, became one of the best friends I've ever had. He taught me sooo many things. His sense of humor was the best. When I had a problem, he'd smile and say, "Listen to your father kid...", then he'd give me his advice.
Things were different 50 years ago.