HOOTERS

I went to "Hooters" for the first (& only) time about a year ago with a bus-load of Lions.  We went there for dinner, then a minor-league baseball game at the ballpark nearby.

The food was OK--not spectacular, not bad.  However, I felt really self-conscious with the waitresses all running around in heavy makeup and skimpy attire.  I felt as if I had gotten stuck on the set of a really stupid porn movie!

It reminded me of the one (and only) time I went to a "strip" bar in Austin, Texas for a "bachelor party."  I decided to pay for a "lap dance," given that the fellow sitting next to me had this nubile thing writhing all over his lap!  I wanted to see what it was all about!

I realized, as it was happening, that there was no mutual attraction AT ALL!  Like the "Hooters" waitresses, the gal sitting on my lap was just there for money!  Neither she nor they were interested in me personally!  It was a rude revelation!  I knew this to be so, so I had to keep my hands to myself, or "Brutus" would come over and snatch me up like a dishrag and toss me out in the street!  In "Hooters," it was roughly the same: the waitresses would sashay by and twitch their body parts accordingly, but it was all "show" and no "go"!

Pointless, on both counts.

I HAD to find all that out for myself, but I won't ever bother with either form of punishing "entertainment" again.