Why I can never go back there
Hooter's Girl: Hey, I like your (sweater) vest.Me: Thank you very much.
Hooter's Girl: Is it made?
Me: Pardon?
Hooter's Girl: Did someone make it for you?
Me: No, it's Polo Sport, I think. (Yes, of course it was, and we all know I knew that)
Hooter's Girl: It's nice. My gramma made one like that.
Me: ...
posted by tinyhands @ 11:59 PM
13 Comments:
You shold know that sweater vests are chick magnets. And by chicks, I meant, me. ;)
It's better than, "My grandad uses that exact same after shave. He's dead now."
are you disparaging the craft of knitting?
bravo if her grandma makes them.
and what the hell were you doing in a hooters, anyway?
Beth- What a coincidence, I happen to like chicks who like me. And by chicks, I meant you. ;)
Z- Just a different shade of black.
Regis- Not disparaging at all, just not wanting to look like an arts & crafts project from the old folks home. And I was in Hooters because they tastes like chicken.
Mmmm. Chicken and vests. Sounds like hooter rap to me.
Hahaha...Ha.
Chicken wings are good for the ninja soul.
Cute waitress: What's your aftershave?
Jack: Uh, I think it's Old Spice Sport.
CW: You smell like my dad.
J: Is that a good thing?
CW: Uh, no.
J- Don't forget the ranch dressing.
BonnieHeather- Just in case you've got one more summer at the steak 'n shake, you now know how to handle those creepy old dudes.
Sensei- Never let them smell you coming.
Jack- So you know what I went through? I feel your pain.
Gotcha beat--dimwitted hostess at a Spanish restaurant said to me: Ooooh, eating for two?!
Me: No.
Her: Oh. Well, it certainly looks like it! No offense--haha!
Me: (silently crying inside).
At least you can take your sweater vest off.
she is wearing orange wind shorts for crying out loud!
Aide- For someone as skillfully argumentative as yourself, I'm surprised you didn't have the manager kissing your ass and comp'ing the meal including dessert.
Crystal- I know how you hated having to wear those things.
Very funny! Now show us a pic of that vest. ; )
Smooch,
The Tart
; *
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