The door chimes. I look up.
Standing in the doorway is a very young, tall, model thin, blonde girl.
My face brightens. “How may I help you Miss?” I say welcomingly.
“I am here about the hostess position.” she says hopefully.
“Ok. Just fill out this application and I will go over it with the owner.” I say, sliding her a copy.
The girl sits at a side table and fills out the paperwork. I grab some coffee. When she is finished she comes up to me and says, “I have one small problem.”
The girl points to her application. Her current employer is a strip club.
“A lot of people have a problem with that.” she says nervously.
“I don’t see how that’s a problem.” I say a little to fast.
“I don’t dance. I’m just a cocktail waitress.”
“It’s a bad environment. I’m trying to get out.” she adds.
“Well you have experience dealing with difficult customers that’s for sure” I reply. “Let me go downstairs and see if the owner can talk to you.
I go downstairs. Fluvio is half asleep in his chair sorting through his email.
“Get off your ass and interview this girl upstairs right now.” I bellow.
“What?” Fluvio says angrily, stirring in his chair.
I slap down the application and point to her current employer.
“Stripper hostess! Stripper hostess!” I yell. “GO GO GO !!!”
I never saw Fluvio move so fast.
He interviews the girl for a while. She leaves. He shakes his head going, “I don’t think so.”
“Why the hell not?” I demand.
“Just a feeling.” Fluvio replies.
“Being a hostess is not brain surgery. If she can deal with guys grabbing her ass she can deal with a few yuppies.” I plead.
“Oh come on!”
“Maybe, let me think about it.” he says.
“I never get what I want.” I say petulantly.
Fluvio throws up his hands and goes downstairs.
“I WANT STRIPPER HOSTESSES!” I yell after him.
I’ll let you know how this one turns out.
Hey, the girl wants out. Everyone deserves a second chance.