I shared this with a mailing list of friends last night, and realized that I’d not posted it here.
I was born in ’74, and “grew up” in the 80s of course. Don’t remember the year, but it was pre’84.
Was grocery shopping with my mom and little brother, and of course, I was being a little pissant. She threatened to spank me if I didn’t behave.
My little smart ass piped up with “You can’t spank me, you don’t have a BELT!”
Mom stops right there, walks over to the Cowboy ™ (this was early-80s Oklahoma, remember) at the end of the aisle, and says “Excuse me, sir. Can I borrow your belt? I need to spank my child.”
“Certainly, ma’am.” And he whips off his cowboy belt (with name on the back, of course) and hands it over.
She storms back to me, whips my ass, then returns the belt to its owner. “Thank you.” “Anytime, ma’am.”
I never smarted off in the grocery store EVER AGAIN.