Last night, on the job, I met the most incredible twentysomething that forever shattered the myth that Hooters girls really arent that big. True, when we all heard of the original Florida location, we envisioned an army of Busty Hearts and Colleen Camps invading our tables with trays of wings and steinfulls of beer balanced one on each tit. We grew even more excited when we learned that the chain was expanding to a location near us. We were basically dissaponted though when it seemed that all they could hire was an army of 34-B or C's in push up bras with great legs.
This chick turned heads in my store on saturday when she entered with a group of friends. A 5'6 38-F packed into a tan longsleeve top. Didn't get a chance to ring her up though. Yesterday rolls around and again God was looking after me knowing I had a bad cold and needed something to make my night worth while.
She comes in a little after 5 with a friend in tow wearing a white low cut tee shirt stretched to the max under a red sweater that had zero chance of being buttoned.
At this point I'd like to confirm another myth that girls with big tits get preferential treatment. Store policy strictly states no exchange or refund w/o receipt. she ddn't have one, I didn't care.
A co-worker who decided to mack got to asking abour occupation, my jaw dropped when she said she worked at the Hooters in Delaware.
She was massive to the point where her managers might consider changing their location's name to Big Fucking Juggs of Delaware. There goes that myth...