HONEY THE BABBYSITTER CALLED

years ago when i considered myself quite a dashing figure of a cowboy, team roper and all around ladies man i and some of my old high school  class mates were hanging out  at a honkey tonk and dance hall on week ends. there were 3 couples and me, the single wheel.  this one nite we were having a lot of fun. i was dancing with the three girls when their husbands were tired. now this is all well and good but there was no future in it. pretty soon through the door comes a tight pair of pink pants on a girl with coal black hair. the rest of the form was jayne mansfieldish, not to mention the face of a angel. after a couple of dances with her  i moved my drink over to her table and went to dazzeling her with tales of bad horses, wild cattle and big winnins at ropins! every once in a while i would catch a glimpse of my friends and the guys were gawking at blackie and giving me the evil eye! i only grinned back with a wink that said " dont ya wish"?  after a hour or so of this my friend judy, who se husband eddie was one who was gawking, came sashaying over to me. now judy was a blonde who had a figure like blacie and the sweetest face and voice you ever saw.  she prompley plopped herself into my lap, threw her arms around my neck, gave me a BIG ole wet kiss, looked me in the eye and said; honey the baby sitter called, the kids are sick we need to go!  i looked to blackie and all i saw was the seat of those pink pants swaying away, away! those bums back at the other table were rollin on the floor holding their selfs laughing like fools. it took me a few years to get even, but at another party i evened the score. i wont tell exactly how only to say in mid summer in maricopa when your hat smells of urine, get  another!