Once upon a time, I was a waitress at an Italian restaurant. I loved it. I loved seeing the tomato mustasched smiles of kids with their parents digging into a plate of spaghetti. I loved the warm appreciative glow in the eyes of two people, so very much in love, enjoying an appetizer of fried calamari. I loved the hustle and bustle of tour-bus crowds scrambling in, scarfing their buffet meals, and reluctantly leaving for their hotel.