Girl: "Hey Jack, I heard from one of the other girls that you
have some blog?"
Jack: (I smile) "Uhh, I don't know what your talking
Girl: "C'mon, tell me how to find it."
Jack: "Just Google Jack, Bartender, Richmond."
Girl: "Okay. I can't wait to read it."
This happened at Hooters last night with a waitress that I barely know. Now I know what you're thinking, Hooter's girls can read?!? I was shocked too.
And yes I was getting drunk at Hooters last night. I'm no different from the blue collar air conditioner repairman or the Mexican brick layer. I like ogling big boobs, drinking cheep beer and eating wings that have a shiny neon gloss to them. I also like it when girls put enough make-up on to be in the circus and then wear really short, tight orange shorts. I'm from the Southside of Richmond, so none of this should surprise anyone.
Regardless of my buddy's complaints, that will not be my last trip to Hooters.
*Don't hate on the Hooter's girls. They're hard-working gals. How else would they support three kids and an abusive white trash boyfriend???
UPDATE: Whoa, I already got a nasty email from a Hooters girl. Ladies, ladies, calm down. This post was written with good-natured ribbing in mind only. You know I love you.