You Don't Bring A Pea Shooter To A Gunfight

It's 1982, my junior year in high school and time for the traditional "Sadie Hawkins" Dance. For those of you not familiar or from another planet, it's the dance where girls ask boys to the dance. Well, I didn't have a girlfriend(didn't have a girlfriend my entire high school career-Que the violins) so I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be asked. I really didn't care because as much as I was into girls, I never got upset about going to or not going to dances. About 4 days before the dance, a girl, we'll call her Traci, asked me to go to the dance. Let me tell you about Traci. She was a Cheerleader, in the "IN" crowd and I'd say she was cute. I figured that all of her buddies had dates and she wanted to go to the dance, needed a date and hence, asked me. So I said "yes" and was kind of excited.The night of the dance, I get dressed, get some form of floral arrangement to give Traci and go pick her up. Everything seemed to be all in line for a great night. We arrive at the high school and the place is rockin'. We walked in and probably 3 minutes to arriving, Traci takes off. She just up and leaves me to hang with her buddies. What?!?!  I'm standing there by myself and my date is socializing with everyone but me. Literally like I wasn't there. Was I just her taxi service? So for the next 30 minutes, I'm standing in a corner of the gym with the other morons who's dates also dumped them. There where about 9 of us and we're all bewildered. Well, me being me, I said  to the other guys " I don't know about you guys but this is bullshit and I'm leaving". One guy says, "You can't just leave your date?" I said "Watch me". So I left. I got in my car drove to my friend's house(he also did not get asked) and told him what happened. He said "Man, I can't believe you left Traci at the dance". I replied, "Screw her, she probably hasn't even figured out that I left" So the weekend went by and back to school on Monday. On Monday about 3 of Traci's friends came up to me and attempted to give me grief. After about 20 seconds of these 3 girls yelling at me, i just walked away. Whatever. At the end of the day, I'm getting ready to go to soccer practice and I walk by the Booster Booth. This is where over enthusiastic parents of the "IN" crowd kids(You know the type because they're at every high school in America) worked trying to sell everything from M & M's to sweatshirts so the school can get a new snow cone machine or some other piece of worthless crap for the school. As I walk by a mother leaves the booth and approaches me. It's Traci's mom and she's primed to let me have it. She starts in with "You're the boy that left my daughter at the dance" I'm stunned that this adult has gotten up to confront me. She continues with "You are a rude boy and have awful manners" Well, this woman didn't know who she was dealing with. I'm sure she thought that I would cower to her abuse. Guess again lady. As she pauses to take a breath, I'm thinking, "OK lady, now it's my turn" I say to her, "You know what lady? Your daughter asks me to the dance and then ignored me the second we got there, so  actually it's your daughter who is the rude one with no manners. I'm also guessing that since you're her mother, she learned it from you." This woman was shell shocked. She probably couldn't believe that this 5'3" kid is reaming her ass out and I'm  not finished. I then tell her "Why don't you go back into the booth and figure out how you raised such a little bitch".  Traci's mom was flustered and didn't know what to say. She goes into the booth grabs her purse and leaves the high school in a hurry. It's safe to say Traci and I would not be going to prom that year.