Woman on fire!!
Many moons ago while paying my way through uni (a little anyway), I worked as a waiter in an Italian restaurant.
Pretty standard fare for an Italian other than making ice cream or being a hit man really.
As anyone who's ever been for a meal on valentine's day will know, Italian restaurants are the winds that fan the flames of romance. Rightly so with candles on tables and warbling fat mustachioed men singing in the background as the chefs scream at each other and smash up the kitchen.

And so it was one particular valentine's day that I had agreed to work..everything was the usual busy kinda get people out fast scenario that you'd expect when I noticed one couple close by holding hands, chatting away and looking affectionately into each others eyes.
It was at this moment the very pretty girl knocked her fork accidentally to the floor.
I immediately went to fetch another as she was already reaching down to pick it from the floor, although I told her it was fine and to leave it the damage was done.
Her beautifully styled and very very laquered hair had already been ignited by the candle which the couple were longingly looking at each other over just moments ago.
Her dining partner was sat catatonic just staring at her hair was burning merrily away.
She had about 5 seconds to look at him and wonder what he was staring at before the towel I was holding was around her head and batting the bejeezus out of her near destroyed bouffant.
Her muffled screaming protests of 'ghmnt the fghh are you hmmming' still didn't take the stunned look from her partner's face and so when I finally lifted the towel to reveal a singed and smouldering head..much to the amusement of other diners, she realised what had happened.
Scowled at her partner long enough to utter 'You bastard!!' and promptly ran out of the restaurant.
When the guy finally stirred he just looked at me..finished his drink in one slurp and said 'That's a shag out the window then. Get the bill dor me when you have a chance r kid.'
(johnny_commando, Tue 7 Oct 2014, 20:52, 1 reply)

there was a very romantic old italian restaurant near where i grew up
as a young teenager, i thought longingly that it would be lovely to go for a date there, one day.

then my friend got a job there.

after hearing kitchen tales such as the owner's son yelling at her to "take out these pizzas, the turtle's poking his head out," the bloom came right off that rose.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Wed 8 Oct 2014, 10:25, closed)