Hooters

I went to Hooters for lunch yesterday.
I complained bitterly that my waitress had breasts of two different sizes. The manger brought me a complimentary dessert, but I was inconsolable.
On the way out, I accused the cashier of fostering an atmosphere of elitist, white, male, Eurocentric intellectualism. She just stared at me and snapped her gum.
Her breasts seemed to pretty much match.