Our neighbor girls had a long relationship with our family and friends, some intimate and some you may say not so intimate. In our youth being poor and without means of income, we found all kinds of ways of coming up with money. Usually to buy a bottle of soda at the local store. One of them was collecting discarded pop bottles. At 2 cents a piece, 6 of them would buy us a 12 ounce bottle. My friend Butch had little reguard for feelings of one of the neighbor girls, Marge and would always be using her to finance his next bottle. She was gullable enough to give him money that she had or sometimes pop bottles stored in her families' basement. Trips to the neighbor girls house after dark was not uncommon. We were not on good terms with the girls parents, their parents were very protective and in order to talk to the girls we would meet them at their basement or bedroom window. There were on and off relationships with several of the sisters by Butch, and my brother.
One summer night, while looking for something to do, we went over to the girls house. Butch knocked on the basement window and Marge, the girl who he liked to con money from, came to the window. He talked her into giving him a case of pop bottles. She handed the case up through the window. He wanted more, but feeling reprocussions from her parents she said no. Feeling mean spirited he grabbed one of the bottles and tossed it to the floor of the basement. It smashed to the floor. From upstairs her father yelled down, "Whats going on Marge?" She yelled up, "Nothing dad, I just dropped a pop bottle." At that time Butch grabbed another bottle and tossed it. The bottle again crashed to the floor and splattered throughout the basement. Her father yelled down,"What the hell is going on down there Marge?" She replied "It's okay, I just dropped another bottle." At this time Butch grabbed another bottle and tossed it and when it crashed to the floor he then tossed the whole case of bottles through the basement window onto the floor. The bottles crashed all over the floor with a tremendous noise. Her father came running down the stairs yelling "What the hell is going on?" We ran home and laughed about the incident for weeks to come. I look back now and understand how mean spirited it was, but it was hillarious at the time. |