”Fight Against Stupidity And
Bureaucracy”
It's not
absolutely necessary, but readers who can remember this era may enjoy this the
most...
It was a
hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1960 and Fred had a date with Peggy Sue.
He arrived
at her house and rang the bell.
"Oh, come on in!" Peggy Sue's mother said as she
welcomed Fred in. "Have a seat in
the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade? Iced tea?"
"I'll have an Iced tea,
please," Fred
said.
Mom brought
the iced tea.
"So, what are you and Peggy
planning to do tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, probably catch a movie,
and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the malt shop, maybe take a walk on the
beach..."
"Peggy likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.
"What???" Fred spluttered, his mouthful of
iced tea almost launching itself across the room.
"Uh...really?" he continued, eyebrows raised, as
he tried to gather his wits about him. He wasn’t at all used to this type of
liberal parenting, which was very progressive for the early 1960s.
"Oh, yes!" the mother continued very
matter-of-factly. "When she goes out
with her friends, that's all they do!"
"Is that so?" asked Fred, incredulous.
"Yes," the mother continued. "As a matter of fact, she'd screw all
night if we let her, but of course we don't!"
"Er no, I suppose not," Fred answered, still surprised that
Peggy Sue’s parents would countenance such a thing at all.
"Well, thanks for the
tip," he
continued as he quickly began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.
A wicked
smile began to play on his lips.
A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture. She was wearing a pink blouse and full circle skirt, and had her long hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. She greeted Fred.
"Have fun, kids," the mother said as they left.
Fred was
sure that they would.
Half an
hour later, a completely disheveled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed
the front door behind her.
"Whatever is wrong,
darling?" her
puzzled mother inquired.
"The Twist, Mom! It's the
twist!!" Peggy
Sue angrily yelled at her mother.
"The damned dance is called the
TWIST! "
;)
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