For a long time while we were dating, my husband couldn't understand why I was a successful, tip-earning waitress. He knew I could multitask like a CEO, describe food as lovingly as an Italian mama, and grab plates that had been under the heat lamp as long as some of his fraternity brothers had been in college, with bare hands. But I was so shy back then that he often wondered how I ever got up the nerve to approach a table of strangers, who just might be waiting to berate me, when even the act of calling for a taxi was a... More >>>