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Chicken Wings
Date: 2/17/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories
the lobby. After a few minutes, she emerged and announced she was ready to go. Kim took a seat in my car. The drive to the restaurant was only a few blocks down the street. On the way to the restaurant, we passed a “Hooters”. Kim looked at the sign and asked, “What is a Hooters?” “It’s a restaurant that serves chicken wings,” I explained. “I am sorry,” Kim remarked, “My English is not good. What are chicken wings?” So I described chicken wings. “I like chicken wings,” Kim remarked. Oh boy. I was not going to take a business executive from China to a “Hooters.” No way. Kim was persistent. “It is a restaurant for guys,” I explained. Kim looked at me perplexed. “Why no girls?” she asked in her halting English accent. “There are girls,” I explained, “They serve the food, but they are dressed in skimpy outfits.” “What is the word ‘skimpy”?” Kim asked. “Orange shirts and tight t-shirts,” I answered. “Okay,” Kim responded, “Let’s go to Hooters.” I took a deep breath and swung back around. I parked in a space just outside the front doors. As we walked in the door of Hooters, we were met by the door girl, dressed in her Hooter’s outfit. “Welcome to Hooters,” she cheerfully remarked. I looked at Kim. “We can go somewhere else,” I remarked as she looked around the restaurant. “No,” Kim responded, “I want chicken wings.” We were seated at a table and the waitress took our order. Kim focused on the large screen television over in the corner. I focused on our waitress. Kim noticed I was ...