The day before yesterday, Kristina at Pulsifer Predilections wrote a post called "Give A Hoot" highlighting Orange Pride: the opportunity that the Hooters Restaurant Chain gives their employees to earn money for college, learn the value of hard work, and learn the value of serving others. The post included a video of an assortment of Hooters' alumni (It seems there are 600,000 of them out there!) expressing their gratitude for having been given these opportunities.
The video and the post really got me thinking. When I was a teen, we didn't have Hooters as a training ground. Sure, I did carhop at an A & W Rootbeer Drive-In (and now they talk about Orange Attitude), but I never learned about Orange Anything. We wore white shirts with button down collars under plaid vests that totally down-played our out-standing
Of course, we couldn't name the chain Hooters, that's been taken; and when people think Hooters, they think all standing up and perky, if you get my drift. We could call our restaurant "Hangers," because, let's face it, most of us senior ladies have hanging hooters, rather than perky hooters! And those senior gentlemen who would frequent our tables don't have the best eyesight anymore, so hanging hooters as opposed to perky hooters wouldn't matter that much.
The menu could include puree of chicken wings, floppy fries, and chopped cheeseburger chowder...all items being denture friendly! You choose: Do you want to chew your meal, gum it, or guzzle it? Drinks could include Metamucil Martinis, Pepto Bismol On the Beach, Viagra Surprise, and Wrinkled Nipples.
I could really be on to something here! What do you think??