My encounter with a Freeper.

[Donkeyboy75]

I was a dance instructor many years back in New York. I fell in love with one of my pupils, but the fly in the ointment was her Freeper-type father (come to think of it, he’s Jim Robinson’s age). She was a really good dancer, but her father, a physician, didn’t like her hanging out with me, and didn’t let her dance. Well, I waltzed into a little concert/dinner they were attending, said to JimRob “Nobody puts baby in the corner,” and proceeded to dance. We lived happily ever after.