…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.