One thing leads to another ...  

PillsburyCodeBoy 61M
479 posts
10/18/2005 7:46 am

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One thing leads to another ...

... and the next thing you know, I'm lunching at Hooters.

On our way to Odessa last week, my son and I went to the restroom together at a convenience store.

"Remind me to come back here when I'm seventeen," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

He pointed to a condom machine on the wall. "Condoms," he said, getting what his mom calls The Deep Voice.

Hmmm. I knew he knew what condoms were for, as we'd already had that discussion. But what was this business about being seventeen?

He didn't want to answer that. I finally dragged out of him that seventeen is "the appropriate age for having sex."

I told his mom as soon as he was out of earshot. Much giggling and exchanging of "Oh my God!"s ensued. We really didn't know what else to do. We were taken completely by surprise.

I'm not sure if that's why we ended up eating lunch at Hooters two days later. I can't help thinking there's a connection somewhere, even if I haven't found it yet. All I know is, it was her idea. I think she was also intrigued by the idea that her hometown had finally gotten its own Hooters two weeks earlier.

Unlike her, I'd eaten at Hooters before, and I knew the main attraction was not the food. The main attraction is the chance to watch young women wearing the same outfits you can see them wearing down the street at the gym. Except the food's better at the gym.

"Isn't this a nudie bar?" my son asked as we pulled into the parking lot. Obviously our long talks need to be longer and not spaced so far apart.

The place was packed, and the service was correspondingly slow. We were eventually served by a nice young woman about two inches taller than my ten-year-old son. He loves that kind of thing. Deep Voice time. Maybe this is going to be an educational experience for him after all.

While we waited ... and waited ... for our food, we watched part of the Texas Tech-Kansas State football game. This was a fall Saturday afternoon we're talking about. College football was pretty much unavoidable.

The food came. If you've eaten there, you know it's ... food. There's not a lot you can say about it.

And how did my son like it? He handled himself well, but overall I think he was embarrassed. I'm not sure if he was embarrassed to be at Hooters with his parents or just embarrassed.

DirtyLilSecret61 56F

10/18/2005 10:20 am

"We were eventually serviced by a nice young woman ... "


And here I thought this was going to be a post about The Fixx. I am pleasantly surprised. Isn't having teenagers wonderful?!


PillsburyCodeBoy 61M

10/18/2005 12:52 pm

OMG! Did I say that? No one's going to believe I didn't write that on purpose.

Oh, what the hell. Isn't that what every guy secretly wants when he goes to Hooters? It sure ain't the food.

rm_jayR63 60F
1884 posts
10/18/2005 7:16 pm

What would the servers be wearing in a restaurant called "Willie's" ?
How about Schlongs or (I believe I've hit on the perfect analogy here)"Peckers"

PillsburyCodeBoy 61M

10/19/2005 6:32 am

You mean like Big Pecker's in Ocean City, Maryland? Something tells me they aren't wearing chicken suits.

rm_jayR63 60F
1884 posts
10/19/2005 7:37 pm

Not much of an OC afficienado.
Have you been to Big Peckers?

PillsburyCodeBoy 61M

10/20/2005 6:56 am

I haven't been inside Big Peckers, but I've driven past it. With a name like that, it's quite an eye-catcher.

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