Gow I miss it too! (Not the old men who mistake customer service for a direct invitation to sleep with you) but the tips and the laughs. I had the honour of working in very old pub in St.Ives, Cornwall - I was practically treated like royalty! When us staff went out clubbing after closing time, I used to get random pissed up tourists offering to buy my work t-shirt from me (I declined because I have never looked good wandering around in just a bra - especially inebriated).
In my next life, I want to work for Hooters.