Maybe one day you will get a twenty pound tip, maybe some child will puke on the floor and you will have to clean it up, maybe a drunk will piss himself in your section, maybe a sexy lady will give you her number, I mean-anything could happen. That was the whole beauty of this job. I'd come to work in the mood of a lovely and pleasant, not too harsh, hangover. As I was walking around in the restaurant, I could feel the sense of eternity. It seemed...