Day 15 - An Original

Well, what do you do on a day that just meanders along and you really don't have any purpose? You go to the mecca of fried chicken. But, hold on, not just any wing mecca, you go to Hooters. But again, not just any Hooters. How many people know that the original Hooters is located in lovely Clearwater, Florida. Still surround by a couple of pawn shops within walking distance and the museum of beers.

So, we packed Maddie up and went for chicken. Now, for any of you that think Hooters portrays women in a poor light and want to rally against them for their degradation, I will join you. But probably for very different reasons. I think the waitresses at the original Hooters tenure their waitstaff making it close to impossible to get rid of anyone. I am pretty sure had my mother been with me, she would have been the youngest woman in the restaurant. Now, this is slightly better than the Melrose Park location in which the only time I was there we had a pregnant waitress. I am guessing that Hooters does not offer a great maternity leave package.

Anyway, I had a mid-fifties waitress who was very pleasant. I am guessing mid-fifties in case she reads this and gets offended by my real guess. She called me son. Now, no waitress, but least of all a Hooters waitress should ever call you son. If I am young enough to be called son, you are too old to be working there.

The food was good and Maddie loved the atmosphere. All the waitresses stopped over and showed my pictures of their grandkids. Only theirs were getting their licences and going to prom. Just another disappointing reststop in retirement.

One last story. So I told my waitress that I retired. She told me she had me beat by a few years. No joke!

Until tomorrow...