I just played waitress/dish washer for a wine party of 65 people. In the beginning I thought, "Oh hey, I could do this again. Waitresses make good money." But by the end of the evening by back and feet were screaming pain. And chest. And I've never been innocently groped by more matronly, busty women in my life.
Usually by the time the desert wine is being served the men are all flirty and touchy, but not tonight, no way, huh uh. It was the ladies rubbing my back and touching my arms and looking into my eyes slurring "Yer such a good liddle werker. *hic* Yer just so good at this."
Okaaaaaaay, lad, how about some water for you now.