Still, I guess I gotta give them credit for being true believers in their wings standing on their own merit
Every job I've ever held seems to have the same recurring character: a middle-aged+ balding obese man who regularly makes creepy/sexist/racist comments, and when told off, dramatically throws their arms up and laments about not being able to make jokes anymore.
Anyway, one of the talking points this character routinely brings up is that they'll go to Hooters, but actually just for the Wings - they're really that good!
...no, David, no one's buying your bullshit. You go there because you like tits, and apparently not the ones hanging off the poor woman you've Stockholm syndromed into becoming and remaining your wife.
But apparently the whole "I go there for the wings!" lie is so common that even Hooters execs started to believe it.
...and seriously, why is David following me?? New job, there's fucking David, sometimes with a mustache, sometimes with glasses, or a funny hat or something... but he's always there.
looks at scale
looks back at computer
...naw I'm sure it's fine.