Breasts and the Male Response

The Hooters Girls

Table 69

Rude

Having worked in the food service business for a long time, I've encountered my fair share of rude people. Tonight I was really disheartened by the behavior of a group of kids..

They sat on the patio at a smoking table in my section. There were 3 girls and one guy, all Hispanic, and didn't speak English very well. They immediately started throwing drink orders at me, and then the two girls kept changing their minds between raspberry iced tea and lemonade. After bringing their drinks out, I got their orders, which they also kept changing...i was starting to get frustrated..

When their food was delivered to the table, they claimed it was cold. They were very rude about it and demanded it be re-made. After running around trying to get the kitchen to remake the food, they kept asking for more refills and the one bitch kept asking for lemons. Keep in mind they were in a smoking section, and these girls thought it was OK to blow their cigarette smoke right in my face....

I was trying to be as polite as I could....Their bill came out to be about 50 bucks...one left a 0.36 (yes, 36 cents) tip, and the other left 2 dollars in cash..

$2.36 for busting my ass and trying to accommodate these rude people.... As they were walking out I thanked them again and smiled, and they all just pushed past me like i didn't exist.

karmas a bitch.. i wish everyone had to work a month in a food service job, just to take a walk in a server's shoes. We have about five thousand other things going on, your table is not our only priority. Treat us with respect and we will do our best to make sure you have an enjoyable time. Being rude does not help the situation.

but other than that, it was a good night. wednesdays are busy because it's all you can eat "wings"day, plus the Suns/Lakers game was on... i made OK money...im still getting the hang of everything and sometimes people get a little frustrated with me. im tired, goodnightt!

Bros fucking love hooters!

"Bros Like This Site" is a blog/website dedicated to "bros." I don't know who writes it, but it's basically making fun of the typical bro. I came across this Hooters entry...pretty funny.

#54 Hooters

It's Sunday night. You and your bros just got finished having another epic weekend at the beach. Three of your bros banged slam pieces, another had like a $300 tab at the bar on Saturday, and one even went to prison for spanking a cop (honestly, if the cop didn't want to get spanked he shouldn't have been acting so naughty.) You're halfway home when one of your bros brings up a good point: he's fucking starving. After like a half hour debate about whether or not the new Boneless Asian Chicken at Wendy's will give you diahrrea, your bro in the front seat yells out, "Shut the fuck up!" That's when everyone looks up and immediately knows - it's time to get nice on some fucking buffalo wings.

Bros fucking love Hooters. When it comes to fine dining, bros know no other option. It's the bro equivalent of Morton's for non-bros aka people with no life. If you have never been to Hooters, you are not a fucking bro. Bros have been going to Hooters since the sprouting of their first pube. Hooters is basically like a strip club, but instead of lap dances there are grilled cheeses. Any time you can have smoking hot chicks serve you food in a tight ass shirt and tiny shorts, you fucking take advantage of it. Bros also agree that the food at Hooters is actually pretty shitty, yet still list it as their favorite restaurant. So what is it about the waitresses that keeps bros coming back? Let's take a look:

They think they are better than Hookers and Strippers - they think wrong - Honestly, how can you ever pretend to take yourself seriously if you are a fucking Hooters waitress? "Oh, I mean I'm a professional, I'm good at what I do, that's why I make all the tips!" You have a fucking huge rack, tight ass, and wear more makeup than half the clowns at the circus - that's your real talent. Since bros recognize that Hooters waitress are really no better than Craig's List Hookers, they love to treat them as such. Bros never look Hooters waitresses in the eye, always at their chest. Bros also love asking the waitress how much the beers are on tap. When she responds bros always ask, "Now how much for you?" This is always followed by an uproar of laughter, high fives, and a chanting of the name of whoever asked the question. Bros spend the entire meal debating which waitress they would most like to bang, but never can all agree on one. Bros should always try to bang their Hooters waitress and often times this happens, which is shocking since they are all whores. Having the Hooters girl serve you dinner and then banging her later that night is the closest thing to a date any bro should ever go on.

You pick where you sit - When a bro goes to Hooters, he goes with the intention of dropping some serious cash to get fucked up and eat a shitload of wings. This means there will be a big tip. Since they are spending a fuckload of money, bros want to ensure that they are getting the best the restaurant has to offer - this means no fat waitresses. There is nothing worse in the world (including cancer) than going to Hooters and getting a fucking orca whale for a waitress. Just becuase your fat doesn't mean you have big tits - they only appear big because of all the fat behind them, Porky. The worst was when a Hooters opened up nearby us in College. Obviously we hit it up the first four days it was open. The first three days were fucking money - we got smoking hot chicks both days, but then the fourth day happend. We were seated by the hostess who was probably getting a little creeped out by seeing us a fourth day, but fuck her - she was just pissed off that her Gonzo-like nose and acne prevented her from being an actual server. As we eyed the beer menu, we heard the greeting, "Welcome to Hooters, my name is (insert whore name here) and I will be your server." That's when we realized the atrocity which occurring right before our eyes: our Hooters girl was 8 months pregnant. Immediately we began screaming to the hideous hostess. "We want a fucking new section! We don't want this pregnant waitress!" In order to quiet us down so as not to disturb all the families seated nearby with the parents of the year that bring their kids to Hooters - they moved us to a hotter waitress. If there is one thing any bros out there need to take away from this entry it's this - never fucking settle for the ugly Hooters waitress. You're a bro. You are better than that.

Time for a Change

In my short, 19 years of life, I have had quite the variety of jobs. I was 15 when I started my first job working at a local, family owned pizza place. It was very laid back and I got paid under the table. I then worked for a telemarketing company. My job was to sit in front of a computer for 5 hours, calling people and trying to convince them to participate in phone surveys. I got paid relatively well (10$ an hour), but after a few months I got tired of people cursing at me and hanging up nine times out of ten. (plus, my ass hurt after sitting for 5 hours...)

After leaving the telemarketing business, I worked at a dog wash, a beauty salon (receptionist), and eventually ended up as a server at Sauce (a pizza/salad/wine) place. I still currently work at Sauce, and I love it. Everyone at work is like my second family, a home away from home. The work is pretty easy and the hours are flexible. Although I love the job, the money I make leaves a lot to be desired. The pay is 7.25$ an hour + tips (about 20$ a night on average, sometimes more or less, depending upon the day and how generous people are feeling). Having worked in the food service industry for at least 4 years, I feel as though I could be making a lot better money..

which leads me to the next topic. HOOTERS!

The word "Hooters" brings several images to mind...one of those images being tits, boobs, jugs, cans, fun bags, etc etc..

Hooters is as international (didn't know they were international until doing some research on the company. Apparently they have them in China and stuff? Little asian hooters girls?!) restaurant chain known for their ice cold beer, hot girls and the best wings in town. The concept of Hooters restaurants is that you can come in and have a completely unique "Hooters" experience. The job of your server (aka Hooters Girl) is to do everything a server in a regular restaurant would do, and then some. This means entertaining the guests, flirting, telling jokes and hula hooping, all while making big moolah $$$.

Anyways, I decided to apply at Hooters. I don't even know how it came up or who suggested it, but it seemed like a great idea. I have pretty big hooters (or so I've been told), good people skills, and a ton of experience as a server. Plus, the work sounded like a lot of fun.

I called my local Hooters to see when the best time would be to come in to fill out an application. Going in to apply for jobs is always nerve wracking, and you always want to make the best first impression possible. What should you wear to a job interview? I have always heard that you should dress for the job you are applying for. Considering I'm applying for a job at Hooters, am I supposed to wear spandex and pasties? After consulting my roommate (who also doubles as a fashionista and personal stylist), we decided that something cute, casual and sexy would be the best choice. I wore high waisted shorts, a (revealing) tank top, and white wedges. I did my hair and make-up and I was off!

My first step into the restaurant was very intimidating. I was immediately surrounded by pretty girls running around in their tight little Hooter's uniforms. I could feel them giving me the once over, a few glares...you know, typical girl behaviors..One girl with dark, long hair approached me and asked if she could help me.

"Hi I'm here to apply for a job!" I said with my most bubbly, enthusiastic tone.

She told me she would get a manager and directed me to a table where I could sit and wait. I observed the customers sitting near me. There was one guy across from me sitting by himself, chowing down on a plate of wings. Two guys sat next to me, watching a baseball game and having some beers. A couple and their little girl were sitting at another table. It was very re-assuring to me that the place wasn't just filled with creepy old men. I watched as the Hooters girls pranced around, chatting with their customers and each other.

Finally, a tiny little woman (who is apparently a manager) with long brown hair came up to me with an application. I filled it out and then waited for another manager to talk to me. The interview was brief and generic, and he kind of muttered under his breath so I could barely understand what he was saying. He shook my hand and told me to come in for another interview on Friday.

As I was exiting the restaurant, I of course tripped on my own foot and stumbled a little. Hopefully no one saw...I stayed cool, calm and collected. Never let 'em see you sweat!

One interview down, one more to go!

More later,

k