I think that I’m confusing…

…the staff of Hooters, here: I’m pretty much ensconced at a table, it’s clearly my first time at this chain, and yet I’m more or less ignoring my surroundings. What I’m actually doing, of course, is hiding from my kids: the babysitter has them, which means this is my first time off in a week. So… a beer, a bunch of wings, and a blessed, blessed lack of situational awareness.

Which is just as well: I’m pretty sure that I’m old enough to be some of these girls’ father.

Moe Lane

PS: These breaded fried pickle things are pretty good.


  • Chris says:

    to be clear, I “liked” it for the dodging of family responsibilities theme, not the “I am ignoring hooters waitresses” theme.

  • qixlqatl says:

    I despise the fried pickles. The wings are pretty good. Beer is…. wherever you find it, I guess 😀
    But you can’t plead that “lack of situational awareness” thing **and** evince awareness that the girls are young enough to be your daughters. 😉

  • Ric Locke says:

    *sigh* I know what he means. It isn’t really prurience. “Nostalgia” is more like it.

  • qixlqatl says:

    Oh, yeah, Ric. At 44 I understand completely, although I will cop to a certain amount of prurience…but I’m still single 😉

  • Finrod says:

    My girlfriend refuses to go to Hooters. Not because of the girls, mind you: she hates their food. She doesn’t have any problems at all going to Tilted Kilt, where the outfits are skimpier, because the food there is better.

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