UnderWoman pauses for a moment, flashes further back…The year is 1969. Man has supposedly landed on the moon. The Do-Its are celebrating at Peter Pan restaurant. Grog has stirred his Shirley Temple with a swizzle stick, and now is chewing on it.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Merrie covers her eyes, wrings her hands, shouts at the top of her lungs. “My son is eating crushed glass! Someone help us…..FAST!”
Grog’s face freezes -- mouth open, eyes rolled upward and back, in shock and fear – an expression the Do-It’s will mimic again and again on just such occasions.
Time stands still. Families turn heads. Sound goes silent.
And then, a brave waiter approaches.
“Ma’am,” he says, “The swizzle stick is made of rock candy. Your son is eating rock candy.”
All laugh....
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