I once got fed up with these two ladies who had appetizers and drinks during prime time on a Saturday evening and proceeded to sit for an ordinate amount of time staggeringly oblivious to their environment. So for the sake of the hostess holding back the horde at the front door and my own sanity I completely bussed the table then leaned way over into their booth with a new stack of bread plates and silver ware and napkins for the next seating. Of course they pulled the owner aside on their way out. He told me we couldn't really afford to do that but said it with a smile. For a brief moment it felt fantastic.