One of my female coworkers liked to go to Hooters. I still remember my last visit there, for her birthday several years ago. As we dined, we spotted a mouse scurry along the wall of the dining room. I flagged the waitress down, and discretely told her that there was a mouse about. She replied, and I quote, "The little one?" She later came back to our table and assured us that "he doesn't go into the kitchen". Hooters: Good wings. Pleasant, if not terribly bright, waitresses. Hygienic vermin.