“Come on, they’re not that bad, Savannah! And besides, this is Hooters, titillation is the whole idea!” Lyle exclaimed. “Titillation without any regard for our comfort! It’s bad enough that they ride up something fierce and are giving us all wedgies, but tell me, what are the girls gonna do when they’re on their period, huh? Cause you can’t wear a pad in these!” Savannah, his assistant manager rebuked while holding a pair of orange shorts that more resembled underwear than overwear. “Use a tampon? I dunno, I’m a guy, I don’t know about that stuff!” Lyle shrugged his shoulders. “Exactly! You don’t know! And I’m willing to bet there wasn’t a single woman in whatever department that came up with those shorts!” “Well, it’s an edict from on high, I can’t go against corporate!” “Bullshit! You went against corporate before when they wanted Nia to straighten her hair last year, why are the new shorts any different?” “Listen, I’m the manager and I can’t just kowtow to every demand my