Salsa de Fuego

Ho Sauce
Originally uploaded by wootang71

It's slow at the restaurant, and when it's like that, chatting up the hostesses is what we do to pass the time. That is, if we're not finding anything cool on youtube or the ipod is running out of songs. And the swatter's been broken for weeks. Anyway, the usual tactic is to lure a hostess over with food. That gives them the excuse to start chatting it up. See, the hostesses wanna chat. This is apparently so because once you start them, it's tough to make them stop. The trick is to give them a reason to talk. This is where a pizza or baby cake comes into play. Anyway, I got into chatting with the #1 hot hostess last night. They get ranked in order of hotness from 1-5 being that there's 5 hostesses on staff (only 1 or 2 work per night). This one was #1. She's not the brightest, but she's hot. And she's hot in a way that I think she'll still be good looking 20 years down the road. I don't even know her name. She's a student at SD State, so we started talking about education. Somewhere along the line, I mentioned that I went to a private boarding school when I was 12. Her first response was, "you must be rich." And i'm all, uh, well I'm working as a chef, so I can't be that rich can I? That swirled around in her head for several seconds before she came back with, "well your parents must be rich". Anyway, after that round of logic, now #1's into chatting WITHOUT food for bait. Maybe she doesn't see that I'm not into a chick who's trying to get my imaginary money. On the other hand she's hot.