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Hooters

Yes, I used to be a virgin -- a Hooter's virgin.

Never had I stepped foot in a Hooter's restaurant before one fateful day in Delaware. Many of my friends had been the symbolic Hooter's girl for Halloween or wore an old Hooter's T-shirt to sleep in.

So I'm with my partner in crime and we sit at a tall table by the windows around 3 pm on a Saturday. There are truck stops and car rental places galore. A really exotic looking waitress comes over and takes our drink orders. She's a busty size 4 girl of black and asian descent with purple eye shadow up to her eyebrows. She's got a piano bar singer's seduction about her. About half way through the meal we realize she will only talk to me. I've just taken a bite of a hot wing when she stops to see if we're doing okay. I can barely speak so D answers for me, but she keeps looking straight at me and won't even acknowledge D. It's the funniest thing. The one time I go to Hooters I get the only lesbian waitress at Hooter's.

We cap off our lunch with a photo of us with all the Hooter's waitresses. Once I figure out how to publish pictures, I'll share them with you!

Ordered:
Buffalo Chicken Fingers
Buffalo Fried Shrimp
Ice Tea and Coke (Hey we were driving!)

posted by The Future Johnsons @ 10:00 AM