Being that I work at Hooters there is always the real vs. fake debate. Now generally this is applied to breasts as Hooters claim to fame is basically boobs (sorry to those of you who thought it was just the wings). The other day however the real vs. fake debate went places it probably has never gone. First allow me to give you a little background so all this will make sense.
As I stated earlier in my blogging history I am a fairly tall girl. Being that I am tall there are certain truths about my body, the most obvious of which is that I have very long legs (I'm talking 37 inch inseam long here). Any long legged girl will know that such stems will give you a certain amount of male attention both wanted and unwanted. Now that we've got that all laid out I'll get back to my story.
So I was going about my business at work as usual when an older gentleman started commenting on my legs - nothing new, happens all the time. Well as the beer continued to flow and the level of intoxication increased the comments became a little more raunchy - also fine, I'll try and ignore you. Then suddenly it went WAY too far.
As I'm standing at the bar about to pickup my drinks for a table I feel someone grab my legs from behind. Now when I say grab I mean GRAB right about that point where your legs suddenly become your ass. So I whirl around and it's my leg loving friend...obviously.
"What are you doing?!" was my warranted response.
I shit you not here he said, "Oh honey I'm sorry but I just had to see where the seams were. There's no way those are real."
Oh well aren't you cute and original! And I'm sure you're really sorry for feeling me up in the middle of Hooters. So yes, they are real and I love them to death but please don't touch them...that's my boyfriend's job (that's right we got back together...long story).
