Dan calls up yesterday and wants to go to Hooters for the holidays. Who am I to deny him a night away from the wife and kids? We meet up in the tacky tavern. Our waitress is pouring out of her tanktop which is always a nice view. During our drinks, the waitress scrubs down the table and the bottles with an intensity only matched by Dan's stare down her tanktop.
and that's when I almost blow the secret by saying, "Do you do any nanny work?"
I panic that Dan will wonder why I'm asking about nannies.
She gives the polite laugh. And I tell her that Dan needs someone to watch his kids. He kind of backs off my request since his wife wouldn't like a Hooters waitress wiping down the girls after a chicken wing lunch.
He's still clueless which means that I'm not getting five calls a day from him demanding to know if i'm ready to have my life turned into a living hell.
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