Toga! Toga!

This has less to do with waiting, than it does with wild boozing, which has a lot to do with waiters.

Anyway, one of the dumbest things I ever did in high school was to throw a toga party at my house while my Mom and Dad were away and a friend fell down the stairs into our lobby and broke this mahogany hope chest. I attempted to fix it, and simultaneously crossed "finish carpentry" off my list of careers to consider.