Job applications

Today was the day I set apart for picking up job applications. Actually, I didn't set it apart, but that's beside the point. So I spent most of the morning driving around Junction City, population 5,000, picking up applications. One was for a small grocery store, and the other was for Rodeo Steakhouse as a server. Seeing as how outlining all of what happened during this time would bore you all, I will pick only on incident that I found entertaining.
Upon walking into Rodeo Steakhouse, I asked if they were accepting applications. To which they said yes. She told me that she would go check with a manager to see what positions were open, and came back shortly to say that there were no cook positions open, but they were looking for another server. I said thank you, and began to walk out the door when she said "Don't worry, you won't be the only guy server here."
Wtf? Firstly, even if I was a guy and I was the only guy server working there, I don't think I would mind. Second, I know I look like a guy, but there are a few givaways. Look at the chest dear, don't linger for too long, but look at the chest. Good day.