Pretty sure every job I've had, there's always been one or two creepy 50-60 y/o's who bring up Hooters unsolicited and exclaim that "I go there for the wings! They're actually pretty good!"
Like, dude, you're not fooling anyone. Just say you like tits. Or better, shut your fucking mouth and don't say anything at all - I really don't care how good your meal at the titty bar was.

