Erik Geiger's Blog

A long time cow-orker of mine and Tsurasa's is departing this week. His LTE contract ran out, and was not renewed for budgetary reasons. He opted for a lunch outing to Hooters to commemorate his departure, so to Hooters we went.
The food was pretty good, the service was better.
Our waitress was working on us to buy the $12.95 Hooters calendar. She brought one over to the table and handed it to Tsurasa to look at. I think she singled him our by his age, and the lack of a ring on the third finger of his left hand. She pointed out the photo local woman who'd made the calendar. She leant on him, and called him "Honey" telling him to stop back any time to pick one up.
"I think she likes me" he said after she'd left.
I told him he should have made a move, but he demurred.
Later, back at the office, I asked him if he'd really been into "Cher", and he looked at me blankly, not recognizing the name. "Our waitress at Hooters", I prompted him.
"Oh", he replied, "I didn't notice her name tag."
At this point, our cube neighbor Reid started cracking up, having a pretty good idea of what he had noticed. It's not called "Hooters" for nothing, after all.