I should mention here that I grew up in a military town, and took German in high school and college. I've spent a lot of time in German restaurants and learning to appreciate German food as a result. So, when Skunky suggested we try Hofbrau Munchen I happily agreed.
Mistake. Huge mistake.
The waitresses dress like Bavarian beer wenches. It's basically Hooters meets Epcot. Skunky's like this --
The poor waitress was nice. She came after we got our food and asked how everything was, we said it was good and she replied, "Es gut, ja?" We both laughed because it was so clear she'd been coached to say this and it was so over the top. I felt bad about laughing, and tried to be friendly when she brought the check and asked if it was difficult to deal with the customers. She said maybe once or twice a week she had to deal with a bit of harrassment, but it wasn't bad. Then...she asked if I wanted an application. I opened my mouth to say something...but Skunky yells, "YES! Yes she wants an application!"
The girl gets the three page application -- three pages and it asks for more information than my last senior management position at a Fortune 500 company. Skunky lets her know that I speak German...he's really trying to sell me. I flip through the application and note the "Tell us about yourself" section -- Question 1) What is your primary motivation in seeking this position? Um, I want the outfit. Offensichtlich.
I must admit I was a little relieved tonight when the Police song "Roxanne" came on the radio and Skunky sang along, "Punzy...you don't have to be a beer wench..."
...I am so glad I am up late for this!
all he wants to over nubile young 
