Lookit that story o’ po’ liddle brown-headed, freckle-face Sadie Hawkins and her pappy who had t’ use a gun and a foot-race t’ git her a man ‘cuz ever’body knows a gal cain’t git her a man with brown hair and sunspots! [sound of head shaking]
Evidentally, ah’ve been-a goin’ ‘bout findin’ me a man all wrong, but it turns out now’s mah big chance t’ ketch me one, on account o’ tis Leap Year. Yessiree, Bob. Once in ev’ry foh years, on th’ twenny-nine o’ Febooary, th’ womens gits to chase after th’ mens. Yo’ see, if-n ah grabs one o’ ’em, ah gets t’ keep ‘im, and he’ll be mah husband. Uh-huh. [sound of rocks rattling in empty head]
Ah’m-a scratchin’ mah noggin’ cuz ah cain’t figger out how ahm-a gonna grab sumbuddy on th’ innernet. How do that work? Or do ah jes’ sit atta traffic light and jump outta mah car and grab the fuhst cutie pie ah sees? Ah needs me a strata-gee. Mebbe ah could sit at a fancy coffee joint and snare one. [sound of wheels squeaking in head]
Ah done tried this here idear when ah was in skool, and unlike that purdy big ole yeller-headed Daisy Mae who kept a-chasin’ after that lummox Li’l Abner, ah done caught Th’ Vet’narian. (Well, he wern’t no vet’narian then, jes’ a kid in mah soshiology class.) ‘Cuz ah ain’t had no fellers aksin’ me out, ah took a chance and aksed him to th’ “Spinster Dance.” [sound of gagging]
Now ah finds mahself in a simian pradickyment, only ah’s a widder. Ah done tried that new-fangled innernet datin’ where mens mah age wastes mos’ o’ th’ time a-lookin’ fer skinny yunguns, and mens ol’ enuff t’ be mah pappy is a-lookin’ fer a nursemaid. Hmph! Go figger, on account o’ I shorely cain’t. What’s a gal t’ do? [sound of head scratching]
Ah’m a-thinkin’ that if-n it worked once, it mebbe could work twice, ‘specially now what it’s Leap Year and all. Ah’s goin’ t’ a shindig on Sadie Hawkins Day, Febooary twenny-nine, at an Eye-talian rest’raunt where unattached fellers laze about wit’ moonshine, so mebbe mah luck’ll change fer th’ bedder. [sound of cackling]
Boys, better start a-runnin’!
February 3, 2016 at 7:49 pm
The best part of the Spinster Dance is that it was sponsored by J H Thompson funeral home..too funny
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February 4, 2016 at 7:48 am
How appropriate, eh? The funeral home very generously offered free ticket-printing for many community events. The Aquettes, the sponsors of the dance, was the girls’synchronized swim team. Girls were not allowed to swim on the boys’ teams in those days, but they could have a token number of boys swimming in their shows. Remember the SNL skit with Martin Short and Harry Shearer? Not so far-fetched.