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  20. @JCDofNYC on

    I have a soft spot for Hooters' bartenders because of an experience in Jacksonville, North Carolina. I was riding my motorcycle from NYC to Palm Beach FL to visit my dad. Getting off the ferry at Okracoke, i took a turn to quick, hit some gravel and the bike went out from under me. I slid on my rear end, but was not injured. The gear shifter and one of the turn indicators broke, but the bike (a Triumph Thunderbird) was still rideable.

    Luckily found a Triumph dealer in Jacksonville. Spent the next two or three hours with two mechanics as they very kindly put my bike back together again.

    Worn out and in need of a beer, i saw a Hooters and stopped in. As i walked up to the bar, the bartender said "Oh my goodness! What happened to you?!!" I told her about my spill, which i thought she was asking about my jacket, which was torn at the elbow. She then exclaimed, "Have you looked in a mirror?" I'm like, damn, was there blood all over me or something? I said no, and she pointed towards my rear end. For the first time since the crash, and after spending hours with these mechanics, i saw that the seat of my pants were torn, and in such a way as to reveal for all to see my blue and white polka dot boxers!

    Well, the bartender comes around the bar and walks me to the men's room, and says, "Go on in, take off your pants and give them to me. I'll mend them for you." Stunned and gravely embarrassed, i was like "O….kay….", and did add she suggested.

    So, there i am in a strange city, hundreds of miles from home, standing in the men's room at Hooters, in my underwear and a t shirt, having just given my pants to the bartender, who i didn't know, but which she promised to mend.

    In less than 10 minutes, there's a knock on the door, and she told me to come and get my pants! She opened the door, and stuck only her hand through the door, clutching my beautifully repaired Levi's 501s.

    They were perfect. I slipped them on, went to the bar where she had a beer waiting for me. We talked and i ate and had one more beer. The tab was like $20. I left her a $100 tip. She gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered"Thanks for the peek of this fine ass!" Ha!

    I didn't feel played or worked for tips. We exchanged emails and kept in touch. I still get the occasional email and respond on kind. She left hooters a year or so later to pursue a nursing degree, and she's now a RN in Charlotte.

    Some people are kind just because that's who they are. Their not after anything, they don't want your money, they just are decent, good natured people.

    So, i have a soft spot for hooters bartenders…

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