![]() ![]() It pissed me off, but I wasn’t surprised. From the deep bass of the music to the new, hundred-inch TV screens, to the change in the menu from more substantial offerings to what’s not much more than bar food, the fact that I’d only led small groups of men to tables tonight didn’t surprise me. It had never been a restaurant that catered to families, but now, if I had a child, I’d walk out before even being seated. The servers-all women, a legacy of the previous owner-had muttered complaints at first, but their tips had doubled in the last few weeks, since Burgersio had finished its face-lift. The new owner made it clear that I could leave if I didn’t like it. Not that I used to dress like a nun, but the bare-skin-tocovered ratio of my restaurant-appointed skirt and blouse would make a stripper proud. More men had hit on me in the last two hours than in the entire five years I’d worn my old hostess uniform. ![]() T 1 LIZZY he new dress code could kiss my ass-because that’s about all it was covering. ![]()
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