I refuse to eat at Hooter’s anymore. Apparently, they have this un-written policy that if you are there with your parents or your wife that you aren’t worth getting the signature over-the-top service. I suppose that they feel awkward flirting with you for tips in front of your wife, but still! Why else would I go to Hooter’s? The food?
It got so bad that the last time I went with my wife, I actually got a male waiter! A man? Are you kidding me? What’s worse is that he was wearing the belly-showing shirt and bottom-of-your-butt-cheeks-hanging-out shorts!
I’m sorry, but that’s the last straw!
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