It's the summer of 1957 and Harold goes to pick up his date.
Harold's a cool guy with his own car.
When he goes to the front door, Sue's mother answers and invites him in. ‘Sue's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?' she says.
Sue's mother asks Harold what they're planning to do.
Harold replies politely that they will probably just go to the coffee bar or the pictures.
Sue's mother responds, 'Why don't you kids go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it.'
Naturally this comes as quite a surprise to Harold and he says 'Wha...aaat?'
'Yeah,' says Sue’s mother, 'We know Sue really likes to screw; why, she'd screw all night if
we let her!'
Harold's eyes light up and he smiles from ear to ear.
Immediately, he has revised the plans for the evening.
A few minutes later, Sue comes downstairs and announces that she's ready to go.
Almost breathless with anticipation, Harold escorts Sue to the car.
Have a good Evening kids, says Sue’s Mum with a small wink for Harold.
About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her mother:
'Dammit, Mum! The Twist! The Twist! It's called The
Twist!'