When I was back in Chicago, I bumped into a friend of a friend who had her 12-year old son in tow. With a straight face, she felt compelled to tell me that she and her husband brought their son to Hooters to celebrate his 12th birthday BECAUSE THEY LOVED THE WINGS. Yeah, right.
When I was back in Chicago, I bumped into a friend of a friend who had her 12-year old son in tow. With a straight face, she felt compelled to tell me that she and her husband brought their son to Hooters to celebrate his 12th birthday BECAUSE THEY LOVED THE WINGS. Yeah, right.