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We've got a two cooks, one in charge of lunch and one in charge of dinner. Neither of them live with us. We've also got a dozen busboys that rotate shifts. They're usually frat guys, so it's funny when I see them outside of the house and inadvetently embarrass them by exclaiming, "Omigod! It's my busboy!" They just smile and exclaim back, "Omigod! It's my sorority girl!" My non-Greek friends think we're spoiled, but how else are that many girls supposed to get their food? If we had walkthroughs every night, it would be pandemonium.
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