Hooters

After ten minutes of left swiping, Matt realized he had discovered a treasure-trove of scams and ripoffs. He truly did not believe you could earn thousands stuffing envelopes. Nor did he think any multilevel marketing scheme was worth pursuing despite the promises. And while some franchise deals might actually make sense, no real opportunity was likely to generate the kind of money they needed in the timeframe they had. And then there was...

Hooters was hiring.

Matt thought twice before passing that to his mother. With her abundant figure, she would be a natural there although he suspected they normally went for girls a bit younger. The question was, did she really want to be a waitress and even if she were willing, could she make enough money.

Finally, after ignoring that ad for a few minutes, Matt ran it by her.

"Hey mom, would you be interested in waitressing at Hooters?"

"What?" Oh, that didn't sound interested.

"It's just that they're hiring and you have the kind of figure they're always looking for."

"I'm way to old for that."

"You're not old, mom," Karen said. "And your figure is a lot better than most twenty-somethings."

Which was why she'd gotten the job at the jewelry store she'd just gotten fired at.

"I'm not a whore."

"Nobody said you were." Matt shook his head as if agreeing with himself made it more true. "And I doubt many of the waitresses there are. The thing is, we need something fast and I'm just not finding anything that pays well and that doesn't need some kind of college degree. Even if we could get you your GED today, that wouldn't be enough."

"Keep looking," she said.

Matt turned back to his phone.