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
'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, then maybe grab a bite
to eat at the malt shop, maybe take a walk on the beach...'
'Peggy likes to scr*w, you know,' Mom informed him.
'Really?' Fred asked, eyebrows rose.
'Oh yes,' the mother continued. 'When she
goes out with her friends, that's all they do!'
'Is that so?' asked Fred, incredulous.
'Yes,' said the mother. 'As a matter of fact,
she'd scr*w all night if we let her!'
'Well, thanks for the tip!' Fred said as he
began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.
A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking
pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and a hoop skirt,
and with her hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. She greeted Fred.
'Have fun, kids!' the mother said as they left.
Half an hour later, a completely disheveled Peggy Sue
burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.
'Twist, Mom!' she angrily yelled to her mother in
the kitchen. 'The bloody dance is called the Twist!