Man, what a bummer. Hooters Air — the experimental air travel arm of Hooters Industries, in which voluptuous ex-cheerleadres in tight orange shorts and sopping white t-shirts acted as your stewardesses — is closing its doors.
It’s death comes at the hands of the usual culprit: price wars, slim profit-margins and a flagging airline industry in general. But at least Hooters Air was different — as the chairman of Hooters put it, he was just trying to have some fun, but “the flying industry is in a terrible mess,” Brooks said. “I’ve got a fair amount of money, but I don’t have enough to fix this animal.”
We’ve always been sorely disappointed that flying wasn’t more like it is in porn movies. With Hooter Air’s demise, our dreams of pressing the glowing stewardess button over head and having any and all needs met seems more out of reach than ever.
Hooters Air calls it quits [Myrtle Beach Online]