"One afternoon, after a visit to the mall with my parents when I was sixteen, the three of us sat down at a nearby Moxies- or Earls-type restaurant. The teenage waitress was dressed in a typical uniform: a tight black skirt and fitted long-sleeve shirt. After she took my family’s order, my dad quipped to my mom, 'Look at the way that waitress looks.' My mom agreed. 'That’s what men like, right, Ashley?' Brimming with anxiety, I looked up at my dad, my face contorted. 'That’s what you should look like so you could work here,' he said matter-of-factly."
~ Ashlynn Chand
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