I mean honestly?
Miss Carol and me went to lunch at a place across the street over the weekend. It’s a place we don’t frequent much for lots of reasons.
One is the bartenders.
They’re kinda scummy and kinda ugly and, more importantly, kinda MEN?
Bartenders should ONLY be cute babes.
I don’t want some tattooed stoner sliding my beer across the counter while he growls out the lunch specials.
I want Trixie in hip huggers or a bikini and a push-up pretending to find me fascinating.
Call me Mr. Dickhead but even Miss Carol agreed. She was all like-chicks rule.
So I sipped my beer and I said, Ya know what? I think if I ever hire people instead of 1099’em I’m thinking it’d be really cool to hire really cool, really good looking chicks.
Miss Carol heaved a sigh.
Sometimes I think I make her tired.