Some years back, a couple of work buddies and I decided to go out just to hang out, have a drink and something to eat. I was down for anyplace they wanted to go.
"We're going to Hooters."
*um okay?!* "Okay, the one in Lynnwood?" *ugh! eww!*
"Yeah!"
"Okay, I'll be there" *Well, we'll just chock this one up to life experience*
I make my way to the giant ogle-fest that is Hooters. The place just looked incredibly wrong. A whole bunch of guys eating bad food while girls in skimpy attire serve up the food. At least there were TVs around as well as the giant TV towards the center of the far wall to keep my attention away from this dive. We talked for a bit while I took a look at the menu. Everything was battered, fried and so not good for you, even the salads' description looked deep fried. I went for the barbecue wings.
The waitress finally came and she sat right next to me and asked me for my order. I scooted over because although she did not look skanky, she may have picked up skank from the others. She then got up and started to leave but then came back. Apparently, I forgot a drink. So nice of her to come back, but... She sat on the table right in front of me to take my drink order. I hastily said a beer. She got up off the table.
Sometime later, my food and drink order came. It was placed exactly where my waitresses butt was on the table. All that separated my food from her butt was a plastic basket and parchment paper, and whatever she was wearing.
"Can I get a moist towelette?"
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