Vivian carefully folded and packed the four dresses at the checkout counter, still chatting away like I was her best friend. I thought she was the bes... saleslady I'd ever encountered, not that I'd known very many in my short career as a female. As she handed me the bulky shopping bag, Vivian leaned closer and whispered, "Honey, your friend isn't a boy is she? Last week I had two girls in here shopping for dresses for their boyfriends. Happens all the time," she said, smiling and shaking her. When the smoke cleared, my Uncle ended up the boss of bosses. The other side was history.I grew up in his household just outside N.Y. City. He and my Aunt were a very loving couple. I was taught the "families" way to do things and that the "family" always came first. When I was 16 my uncle sent me to work part time in a Pizzeria and Italian Restaurant he somehow managed to own. Food service was soon to become my first love. It kept me off the streets and out of the kind of trouble that teenager. So, yeah, here I was. Sitting in my apartment waiting for my phone to ring. I'd been going to interviews the entire week, and about half of them would call me today if I got the job.One of them in particular stood out for me, because it was a paid internship! I'd be getting $5000, if I saved, I could actually live comfortably for a couple months after it ended. Then I could find a real job knowing I won't starve to death.My phone started to ring shortly after, and it seemed like I got into two. She touched him at every opportunity. She touched his hands, his shoulder, even his face to remove an invisible hair. And once she touched his knee.She told him she was here for business also. And, ah yes... weren't these stays at hotels just too boring? The lonely rooms, the impersonal atmosphere. Yes, she said and chuckled, one has to take every opportunity to defeat hotel-depression and make the best of it.It was a matter of survival, she insisted.Of course his fourth drink could not be his.