We waited all day and into the early evening for the “panhandle punks” (that was the name we give them) to show up and get the surprise of their lives. You know, they never showed up that Saturday or the day after. We were in hiding and ready for war both days and they never showed up. At the end, we figured they were either too full of ice cream or were too busy playing four square or (shudder) house with the girls. ( A word of explanation: girls back then used to play “house.” That’s when they got in the garage and played like it was their house and they had tea parties and other girl stuff like that).
Well, we never saw the punks that weekend and figured the girls had made good on their part of the deal so we had to make good on our end. We took fifty or so of our GI Joe’s over to Gail’s (she was the boss of the neighborhood girls) and made plans to play four square. Never let it be said we did not honor our word.
“We don’t want em,” Gail pronounced as we stood at her front porch, bags of GI Joes in hand. “We made a bargain and we’re sticking to it,” I was unmoved by her casual dismissal. Gail shut the door right in our face without so much as a howdy do.
“Works for me!” Larry was thrilled that we did not have to give up our GI Joes or play a dumb game with the girls. We turned to leave and right behind us was the five meanest girls in the neighborhood along with EVERY one of the panhandle punks. There was twelve of us facing two-hundred and fifty (well, maybe twenty five. Oh, twelve) panhandle punks and their new “girlfriends.” We stared at each other for a spell when one of the punks got the nerve to speak. “What are you little boys doing here?” I did not recognize the speaker but was later told it was a fellow called Billy. “Ya’ll got no business talking to ANY of our girlfriends.” I was okay with that and said so. “I ain’t got no time to mess with any dumb ole girls anyway.” I was happy to be done with them.
Billy walked up and got right smack dab in my face and told me that I was NEVER to call his girlfriend dumb.
“YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!!???” So that’s it! Them girls done gone and got into their heads. I laughed out loud right smack dab in Billy’s face!! Just then a bunch of clods flew from the other punks at us. Most missed (they weren’t very good at clod throwing).
Everybody froze and I walked right up face to face with Billy. “Of course, you realize this means war.” It did too and we were ready.