———————————————————————————————————————–FARRAH FAWCETT WAS A BABE AND THERE WAS NO DENYING IT – BUT WAS SHE WORTH A SHOPPING BAG FULL OF TWICE READ COMICS IN EXCHANGE FOR HER BIKINI CLAD POSTER?
As fate would have it, The Kid ran into the fast-talking, bucket-hat-wearing and probably future scam artist “Moyer” at the top of the Jacklin Road overpass.
The Kid stood hunched over his bike recovering from the effects of “altitude hypoxia” and picked at a few stray strands of “ice plant” stuck in his bike spokes.
“I saw that you were wearing the Farrah t-shirt the other day and I noticed that it’s starting to peel away at the bottom,” Moyer said as he raised his right eyebrow.
“BUCKET HEAD” WAS RIGHT; THE FARRAH T-SHIRT HAD BEEN THROUGH THE DRYER ABOUT MILLION TIMES AND SHE WAS ALMOST ON HER LAST LEG – LITERALLY!
“yahh-umh, umnhh,” The Kid responded under labored breath.
“That’s too bad, you know that t-shirt is hard to find in the stores. JCPenney’s had them for two days before they sold out.”
“The Farrah poster is also hard to find, but luckily, I bought the last one the other day and it’s still in its plastic covering. I’m more of a Cheryl Tiegs fan myself but heck I’d be willing to swap the poster for say – some of those old comic books you brought in to arts and crafts class the other time.”
This was no “mercy trade” as was the case with the “Johnny Bench” baseball card trade; no, this was a “major league deal.”
It’s funny what hormones will do to a kid but in a transaction that pre-dated the invention of “Junk Bonds”, The Kid agreed to swap his classic issues of Silver Surfer, Spiderman and The Fantastic Four for the Farrah poster.
It wouldn’t be until several days after the trade was transacted before The Kid realized that he had been HAD.
The Farrah poster was not only NOT sold out, it was in every f-r-i-g-g-i-n-g store – from the mall to the drugstore!