As a NASCAR fan, I couldn’t help but notice the sponsor’s advertising on the cars that we stared at for hours. Some sponsors were very familiar. Others I had never heard of. One in particular caught my eye. Alan Kulwicki was driving a car with a huge owl on the hood. Smaller owls decorated the sides of the car. The eyes of the owls were also used for the “O” in the word “Hooters”. I’d never heard of Hooters, but knew they were a sponsor of some kind; apparently something to do with owls.
My husband and I attended a business meeting in Tempe, Arizona. We had been traveling all day; arriving at our destination tired and hungry. In the lobby of the hotel, we met up with several of our business peers who had also just arrived. As we exited the front door, the conversation centered on finding a place to eat.
Imagine my surprise when I spied a name I recognized on the side of a building right across the street. Hooters.
Very excitedly I suggested that we eat at Hooters. Now I knew what kind of sponsor they were and I had an opportunity to eat at their restaurant. I noticed some strange looks from my friends, but they all agreed that would be the place to eat.
The restaurant was upstairs, with a large deck. As we crossed the deck headed for the front door, a very scantily clad young lady greeted us. I’ve got an open mind, so I adjusted to the lack of clothing and we were ushered to a table.
Looking around the room, I discovered that ALL of the waitresses were dressed that way…and they ALL had something in common. My friends were looking at me instead of their menus. Some began to snicker.
What was their problem?
My waitress bent low to take my order. My eyes were level with her cleavage. Suddenly I understood what the word hooters meant.
I wanted the floor to swallow me up. I remember exactly the grain of the wood, because I studied it for the next few minutes. I don’t know what I ordered. My peers laughed so loudly others turned to see what was going on. The heat from my cheeks warmed the room.
Who knew that’s what it meant?
We attend that meeting in Tempe annually. Each year, when it’s time to decide where to eat, someone always announces, “I know where Lois wants to eat. Hooters.”
I may never live it down.
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