Our Hooters store is located on one of the busiest streets in town so there is always plenty of traffic for our hula hooping. Generally we get a very good response including waves, horns, yells, boys hanging out car windows, and even the occasional police siren. Today, we had a first; we were flipped off. That's right, a seemingly "nice" lady in a very nice vehicle decided to show us the bird (and this one didn't have tasty drums or flappers). Apparently she doesn't like hula hooping - or orange shorts, I'm not sure which.
This reminded me however of an incident last October when the same coworker and I were hula hooping on the same corner. As we were innocently swinging our hips and waving to cars as they passed by a woman walked across the street from Jiffy Lube. She was middle aged and I distinctly recall her purple sweatsuit. We smiled and said hello and she immediately berated us for disgracing women and not appreciating ourselves. I remember her saying, "I hope one day you both realize you're so much better than this. Your body is not meant to sell fries."
My coworker and I were deeply offended by this and began discussing the stigma often associated with Hooters. Essentially we reached the conclusion that most people who have such poor opinions of Hooters generally have never been there. Yes, we wear little shorts and tight tops but that in way affects the service. In fact I believe the service at Hooters is often far superior to that of many other establishments. Unfortunately, the negative, closed minded individuals like purple sweatsuit lady only see the obvious and fail to appreciate Hooters for what it really is. In the end however I don't care if she or any of the nay-sayers ever visit Hooters, I'll just save my stellar service for the people that appreciate it.