Landsberg's blog reminded me that I jumped in and announced that as a former waiter, I remembered when "Valentine's night could be Halloween and many times, it was..."
I mean, I didn't wait on Frankenstein and his Bride (but some pretty close competitors) and I don't have the vast number of horror stories about Valentine's Day as I do about New Year's Eve, a "special occasion" night that I learned to absolutely detest after two decades in the restaurant business.
Still, I do remember more than one "romantic" couple getting into fights -- mean, nasty, name-calling fights -- at the table. One angry female got up and walked out on her date, leaving behind the flowers and the box of Godiva chocolates. The date threw some bills on the table and ran out to follow her. Not enough bills, I might note. He stiffed me! So I took the chocolates back to the waiters station and for the next hour, I ate most of them. Before the end of the shift, the now-reconciled and so-in-love couple came back to the restaurant looking for her gifts.
"I think I forgot something," said the gentleman.
"Yes," I answered. "You did."
It all worked out in the end: I got my tip, she got her roses and nearly-empty chocolate box, he got the girl.
Isn't love great?