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.”

“What’s that?”

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.”

Yeah sure.

“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.

“No.”

“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.

Silence.

I’ll let you know how this one turns out.

Hey, the girl wants out. Everyone deserves a second chance.