Poontang: It’s What’s For Dinner

When I was in high school, I was a bit of a tomboy. When my guy friends got a job at the local egg ranch, I got one there too.

Time at the ranch could become monotonous, especially in the egg packing room.  And if you know anything about boys, they’re seldom bored. They will find something to do, even if it’s trouble. My friends had a penchant for trouble. They were also really good at just doing stupid things, like making up words or songs or sounds. Half the time I didn’t know what they were saying, I just went along with it. I didn’t dare ask what something meant because that would have been just plain uncool.

One time I had my friend Johnne over for dinner. My dad was a very stern man and I rarely brought people over because of this. This boy was an exception. I had such a crush on him.

Dinner was served, but it was dead quiet at the table. Not one for handling silence well, I decided to loudly say the silly made up word I’d learned from my friends that day to break the ice. Continue reading