the 505

My current adventure of job searching has been an interesting one. I have been going all over the place talking to store mangers, talking to people, looking online, all kinds of great stuff. One of the times I was surfing craigslist, I did find a wanted ad for a hostess job at this restaurant in Tempe.They were holding interviews that day from 2 to 4 and I figured it was worth a shot. So I dressed up, got directions, the address 505 Mill Ave, and took off. When I got there I wandered up and down looking for the mysterious 505 for what seemed like ages. I felt a little stupid for not seeing it, but I finally made it to an intersection where the building across the street had a 50 and a sign blocking the last number. I noticed some women who looked dressed for an interview standing outside the door. Success! ...or so I thought. Already making my way across the street, I looked back up at the sign, and almost stopped right there in the middle of the road. "Hooters." Holding in my immediate reaction to laugh my head off, all I could think was, "What are the chances?" Praying in my head that this was not the place I was looking for, I looked back up at the numbers. 501. 505 was next door :)