Do Hooters' waitresses really want respect?
I went out to lunch with my friend Michael last week. It was a winghouse back in Jacksonville (think Hooters) and it was a Tuesday afternoon. The waitresses weren't very busy, so I decided to try a little sociological experiment I had been thinking about that day:
Look into their eyes.
Seriously, try it next time you go to a winghouse, or a Hooters or anywhere where women dress in little to no clothing.
1:55 - Walk in. I spot the nearest waitress, look INTO HER EYES and ask, "Do we just sit wherever we'd like or..." She attempts to make direct eye contact but finds that she can't so she turns her head, tells us to sit wherever we want and hustles off.
2:05 - The waitress comes for our drink orders. She looks at Michael, he glances at her boobs ever so sneakily (when he thinks she isn't looking but she is) and gives her his drink order. I'm mentally preparing myself at this point. She turns to me, I look her square in the eye and give her my drink order. She ALSO cannot look me in the eye for more than a second and keeps her eyes glued to the notepad.
2:12 - We get our drinks. Same thing happens...she looks at Michael, he gives his order and then does the "quick glance" at her butt this time (way to change it up, Michael). She again tries to look directly at me for more than a second or two but can't so her eyes stay glued on the notepad.
2:21 - Our waitress does the "sit down and try and become friends with her guests." Makes us feel like studs, right Ms. Aspiring Actress? Right. She sits down, talks to Michael for a minute while the food is cooking and then looks at me and asks if I go to college. I say yes, but in St. Augustine.
Hooters Girl: So, you go to Flagler?
Me: Yea, I'm studying English.
HG: Oh, that's awesome. Who's your favorite author?
Me: Well, I like Keats...and some Shakespeare.
HG: Shakespeare...(Fake giggles) I haven't studied that since high school!
Me: Yea, well, I have to study him pretty much every day this semester.
HG: Oh man, that's too bad.
(awkward silence)
HG: You know, I'm in the new Hooters calendar.
Me: Cool, maybe we'll have to pick one up.
HG: Are you studying anything else at Flagler?
Me: Youth Ministries.
(awkward silence...Michael laughs)
HG: I'll go...check on your food.
2:26 - We get our food. She comes back several more times, noticeably uncomfortable, and fills our drinks and asks if we need anything.
Michael: Just the check.
Look into their eyes.
Seriously, try it next time you go to a winghouse, or a Hooters or anywhere where women dress in little to no clothing.
1:55 - Walk in. I spot the nearest waitress, look INTO HER EYES and ask, "Do we just sit wherever we'd like or..." She attempts to make direct eye contact but finds that she can't so she turns her head, tells us to sit wherever we want and hustles off.
2:05 - The waitress comes for our drink orders. She looks at Michael, he glances at her boobs ever so sneakily (when he thinks she isn't looking but she is) and gives her his drink order. I'm mentally preparing myself at this point. She turns to me, I look her square in the eye and give her my drink order. She ALSO cannot look me in the eye for more than a second and keeps her eyes glued to the notepad.
2:12 - We get our drinks. Same thing happens...she looks at Michael, he gives his order and then does the "quick glance" at her butt this time (way to change it up, Michael). She again tries to look directly at me for more than a second or two but can't so her eyes stay glued on the notepad.
2:21 - Our waitress does the "sit down and try and become friends with her guests." Makes us feel like studs, right Ms. Aspiring Actress? Right. She sits down, talks to Michael for a minute while the food is cooking and then looks at me and asks if I go to college. I say yes, but in St. Augustine.
Hooters Girl: So, you go to Flagler?
Me: Yea, I'm studying English.
HG: Oh, that's awesome. Who's your favorite author?
Me: Well, I like Keats...and some Shakespeare.
HG: Shakespeare...(Fake giggles) I haven't studied that since high school!
Me: Yea, well, I have to study him pretty much every day this semester.
HG: Oh man, that's too bad.
(awkward silence)
HG: You know, I'm in the new Hooters calendar.
Me: Cool, maybe we'll have to pick one up.
HG: Are you studying anything else at Flagler?
Me: Youth Ministries.
(awkward silence...Michael laughs)
HG: I'll go...check on your food.
2:26 - We get our food. She comes back several more times, noticeably uncomfortable, and fills our drinks and asks if we need anything.
Michael: Just the check.