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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Oh goodness, wow!  When I started this blog so many years ago, I never would have imagined how much of a success it would be!  I actually logged into my blogger account to start an entirely new blog (about my trip into motherhood, actually, yay!) and saw how many page visits this blog had gotten.  Wow-wee!

At any rate, I don't plan on starting this back up, by any means, but I figured I could at least share the story of the straw that broke the camel's back--why I quit working at Hooters.

I went in for my shift, just like any other day.  I had been having more and more undesirable and off-putting experiences with customers as the days went by, but I was dealing with it.  This shift was no different, but a group of my friends had planned to come in and eat in my section and hang out for the night, so I was looking forward to that.

Before my friends arrived, I obtained a table of a man probably in his 50s, a woman that I assumed was his wife or girlfriend, and their daughter her was probably in her 20s.  Before even ordering their food, or any type of "real" beverage, this man ordered a double shot of whiskey.  I politely told him that we don't serve "double" shots, but that I could bring him one shot and then bring him another one right after the first.  He said that would be fine.  After downing those two (and still before even ordering an appetizer) the man ordered two more shots.

Now, the rule is (or was at the time) 2 shot limit or 4 beer limit.  If any customer wanted to order over this limit, a manager had to be told, and asked for permission to place the order for the customer.  I went to my manager and told him what was going on, and he asked if the man was alone, or had others with him.  I pointed him out and after seeing that there were two other people of driving age with the man that were not drinking, my manager told me to keep serving him.  I did as I was told.

After about 6 shots and 4 beers that were all approved by my manager, the man and his company moved outside to finish their meals and smoke.  I went out there to check on them, and as they had pushed their plates to the side (a normal sign that one has finished eating) I started to gather them. this was met with an angry "What are you doing?! I wasn't done eating that!" from the man.  I apologized saying "Oh, I'm sorry, you had just pushed your plate to the side and so I thought you were finished."  He said

"Oh honey, I just did that so you could hop up here on the table and I could eat you for dessert."

*gags*

I stood there stunned.  He said this in front of his family!  His wife just shrugged and said "That's what you get for getting him drunk!"

I avoided this table as much as possible for the rest of their stay.  Their bill was over 100$ and they left me less than 5 as a tip.

My experience with this table, and a few other super inappropriate and terrible tippers that same night led to some drinking with my friends that had come into visit, and the promise from them that they were not letting me return to that hell hole the next day for my shift.

I no-call no-showed and never received a question or word from anyone there.  I expect the turn around at such a place is so high that they expect girls to just never come back again.  I'm sure I wasn't the first that just got fed up with all the low-lifes and never came back.

My stint working at Hooters is kind of a joke now.  I wonder how many girls are still working there that were there when I was a few years back.  Most of them have "graduated" to being bartenders at shitty local bars and such.  Myself, I have loftier goals.  Hooters was fun for a while, and I still keep my outfit so that I can embarrass my future children and grandchildren.  I don't regret working there, but I'm glad that I left when I did.

Thanks for reading, all!