I saw an ad the other day -- Kids Eat Free At Hooters! I laughed out loud at the thought of it until I remembered that one of my neighbors in Texas, a single mom of a little boy, who went on her first date in years to this place which claims to have "excellent wings." The man took her and her son to Hooters and bought them t-shirts. "It was so magical, Michelle. I never had anyone pay for an entire date before." She brought out the commemorative t-shirts for my inspection, one adult for her, one child-sized for her son. "See! I'm going to marry him." Dear reader, she did marry him. And they still go to Hooters, even though I imagine her son is too old to take advantage of eating free off the children's menu.
Another friend was over during this early glow of love for my neighbor and said, "Don't you think that can damage a child?" And I said no, not really. I don't see how a bunch of skimpily dressed women can be that big of a deal. "Don't you find it depressing?" I thought about it, thought about how lonely my neighbor had been. Love is hard to find under the best of circumstances and hers were not the best -- a propensity for jello shots and unemployment, her food stamps were frequently cut off, leaving them with nothing to eat, not even some excellent wings. And truth was I didn't find it much more depressing than a score of other dating stories I had heard, and my neighbor was the only one with t-shirts to prove where she'd been.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"There's a great relief when you accept the way it is, even if it's not very nice; because the only real misery is not wanting it to be like that." Ajahn Sumedho
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