“I’m as fond of waitresses as you are,” the journalist said. “Why do you think are we so obsessed by waitresses?” “Well,” I answered, “I’m not sure if it’s an obsession. But yes, I've been fond of waitresses since the day I set foot in a restaurant. A waitress brings us food and drinks. She resembles the mother who used to bring us food and drinks as well. In general the waitress is in some sort of uniform. The mother is never in uniform. The waitress combines the best of two worlds, she is not waiting for grandchildren but she keeps us alive.” “This is it,” the journalist said.
The journalist looked genuinely happy.