It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1960, and Larry had a date with Betty. He arrived at her house and rang the bell…
“Oh, come on in!” Betty’s mother said as she welcomed Larry.
“Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade? Soda?”
“Soda, please,” Norm said.
The Mother brought the soda.
“So, what are you and Betty planning to do tonight?” she asked, interested.
“Oh, probably go to the movie and then grab a bite to eat, maybe have a walk on the beach afterwards.”
“Betty likes to screw, you know,” The Mother informed him.
“Really?” Larry gasped.
“Oh yes,” the mother continued, “when she goes out with her friends, that’s all they do!”
“Is that so?” asked Larry, trying not to fall out of his chair.
“Oh yes,” she said. “As a matter of fact, she’d screw all night if we let her!”
“Well, thanks for the tip!” Larry said swallowing hard.
A moment later, Betty 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 Larry.
“Have fun, kids!” the mother said as they left.
Half an hour later, a disheveled Betty burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.
“It’s the Twist, Mom!” she yelled. “The bloody dance is called the Twist!”
Yes… It’s a Classic!
Author Unknown
