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I was really looking forward to visiting this Hooters. Actually, I really look forward to all of my visits to Hooters. So that probably doesn’t mean much. We had just driven for three hours across the state of
Hooters-Dixie Highway, which is the official name of this establishment, was about a mile south of our hotel, so we were there in just a few minutes.
We, that would be me and my darling wife, Margo, walked in and were led to our seat by a girl (Amanda, youngish looking, even for Hooters) in a plain white tank top, but otherwise clad in the traditional uniform.
Our server/Hooters Girl was Katie. I noticed that she didn’t really start to smile until she approached our table. If I was delusional, I would say that was because of me. But as that is not one of my faults, I am confident it was her training kicking in. Sadly, the pressures of this shift would wipe her pleasant smile away as soon as she left. That seemed to be contagious.
The worse part of the evening soon sprang upon me. This was partly my fault, or maybe it wasn’t. You be the judge. I was snapping pictures in the restaurant waiting for our food. But, I noticed that the pics were too dark and a bit grainy. So I turned on the flash. It took exactly two flash pictures for the Manager on Duty, Eldon, I think his name was, to be roused from his perch and to approach our table. He asked why I was taking pictures. I kind of thought that might be obvious. I told him that “I collect Hooters” I thought this clever enough to at least open up a conversation on the matter.
OK. Will do, Mr. Eldon. I had not seen any of the girls complain to him, nor did any rush to thank him for his chivalry. I had visited this franchisee’s website prior to my visit and I found hundreds of pictures of the girls on it. I guess they had been asked first.
Well, as we progressed through our meal Katie came back to check on us, asking how my Mint Julep was. Apparently not many people actually order them in Hooters. And of course she asked how the food was.
As a matter of fact, she specifically wanted to gather up a bunch of the camera shy girls to be included. This was hard evidence that I had offended her and the others. But, at that exact instant a bus disgorged a victorious High School baseball team, and about 40 new customers walked in at once. After we paid, we asked if we could me her and ther girls up front, as we wanted to look at the Hooter’s merchandise. My daughter had put in a request for sweats. She readily agreed and left to start helping out with the madness that was in it’s infancy.
The noise and excitement level was rising rapidly, and Katie came up front to meet us and started apologizing right away.