I love Hooters. This is some sad shit right here.
I remember one time I was on my way down to Virginia Beach. I see Hooters. Shit, I didn't even know they had one here. I have to stop and get wings.
So, pull up and go in and find my ass a booth to sit.
Sit down, real cutie waitress comes over with a menu and as she gets to me, I see her eyes get real wide.
She smiles and said welcome to Hooters. I said thanks and took the menu. She walks away quite briskly, and then comes back like 30 seconds later with another waitress and they're both eyeing me up and smiling.
Then the original waitress says are you ready to order? The entire time the other waitress had a big ass smile on her face.
So I don't what the fukk is going on and I really don't give a fukk I want to eat wings.
So I place my order and then I order a beer. As soon as I said that, they both looked at each other and smiled and then the original waitress turns to me and says I need to see your ID.
WHAT?
Are you fukkin playing with me? So fukk it, I take out my ID and hand it over. They're studying it like it was some kind of exam. Like wtf.
So then they give it back. Some time goes by and I get my order.
I start eating, and the entire fukkin time the both of them are staring at me and whispering to each other.
I thought to myself:
Mental note: Do not ever fukk with crazy chicks like this.