I’ve always wanted to work at Hooter’s.
My whole life I’ve been made fun of because I have big boobs. I’d love to just be able to be prettty and work at Hooter’s.
I know this is ridiculous.
Fun fact: Most Hooter’s girls are irredeemably hideous. The demographic for a typical Hooter’s customer is a 20-something douchebag who likes to belch, fart, and watch Monday Night Football, work on his truck, drink a beer (or ten) and glorify his chauvinism and masculinity with pictures ripped from back issues of Hustler magazine hanging in his garage.
I know this sounds borderline feminist, but “Hooter’s” as a concept and an establishment irritate the fuck out of me. The only thing that establishment does it further the belief that huge tits and air between your ears is somehow a good thing. To me, it’s far different from stripping (which I can honestly see an art in), as the establishment exists solely for the kind of human being I run from every day in my life.
In easier words: Fuck that place.
We went to Hooters once and the waitress’s son was there zipping around all the tables on his Heelys. That is fuct up on so many levels. Bad enough the kid had to go watch his mom be degraded at work, but what a turn off to the guys degrading her! ;) Manily I just thought it was annoying and unprofessional to have some kid wizzing around on rollerskates and our waitress devoting about half of her attention to him, rather than our service.
On a side note, using words like zipping and wizzing really makes me wish they made Heelys in my size.
