They are old,I wonder if they are struggling to make ends meet? This could be their way of saving some money. Or else they have gone round the bend.
No. They have done this all their lives.
We have been having these reunions since before I was born. They are in pictures from decades ago. I had always heard stories of this but I didnt know who it was until we became the hosts.
Like I sad. We are polite and pleasant and just work around it.
Some people are just like that.
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They are old,I wonder if they are struggling to make ends meet? This could be their way of saving some money. Or else they have gone round the bend.
No. They have done this all their lives.
We have been having these reunions since before I was born. They are in pictures from decades ago. I had always heard stories of this but I didnt know who it was until we became the hosts.
Like I sad. We are polite and pleasant and just work around it.
Some people are just like that.
Well at least you found a way around it!
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I think the gallery should hire a caterer that provides white glove service of the appetizers. The caterer could walk the room with the trays of food and stay away from the hoarders, or limit the pieces they grab off the tray the caterer is holding.
Someone is already making that food, so it shouldn't be too difficult to get them to serve it too. If money is an issue, they could ask an art student from the local high school to volunteer to do it. Especially if the high schlol requires community service hours (as a lot do now). Kids are usually looking for ways to fulfill those hours.
That is what I was thinking.
If all the food is out, then it looks like there is way more than there is.
If smaller amounts are offered then people, everyone, is going to limit what they take.
The gallery may even find they save money on food.
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My first husband's grandmother LOVED fried chicken, bless her, and would stock her purse with a plastic bag if she was going to a buffet. It used to embarrass the cr*p out of most of the family when, toward the end of the meal, she would make her way back to the fried chicken, fill up her plate, then "secretly" put all the chicken in her purse, destined for the fridge at home.
My first husband's grandmother LOVED fried chicken, bless her, and would stock her purse with a plastic bag if she was going to a buffet. It used to embarrass the cr*p out of most of the family when, toward the end of the meal, she would make her way back to the fried chicken, fill up her plate, then "secretly" put all the chicken in her purse, destined for the fridge at home.
I remember a sister telling me about pizza days at her work. $5 in the bowl they'd order pizza and salad. You had to sign you paid in. Well, this one guy never gave a buck and was always the first one there. That was stopped by a manager. What a tool.
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There was a guy I used to work with who would organize pizza days. He'd figure out what to order and call it in. Mind you there were only 4 of us working on any given day, and he would tell us we each owed $10-$15. He was ordering a ton of food- we would each only eat one or two pieces. After the second time paying $10 for a piece of pizza I told him I didn't think we needed to order that much because it wouldn't get eaten. He said 'Oh, it will wont go to waste! I'll take it home and my kids will eat it!' Um. No thanks. It's not my responsibility to feed your kids dude.
My granny had a magic pocket book. She was always prepared.
She always had a cookie or sandwich or something, wrapped in a napkin, in her pocket book.
She would put the extra rolls or a cookie or two from the buffet in her bag.
I am guilty of grabbing a cookie on my way out. But I am usually eating it as I leave.
I don't have a big problem with that.
But loading up a bag for later is too much.
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I don't find anything wrong with that Lily. And I don't mind people taking a plate when it is offered either. It's better than the food getting thrown out. Its the people who treat a buffet at a gathering like their own personal grocery store for the week that irritate me. And those who do it without asking or being offered.
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I have seen people pick up an entire pie or cake and take it out to their car.
It's really crazy.
At church, after a pot luck of any kind, there are take out plates provided. You can pick up a plate and fill it with what ever you like.
I like that. I don't want to bring a ton of stuff back home.
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Back in olden days, banks used to serve cookies or treats. And, there was always a running joke about certain people who would repeatedly go into the bank and help themselves.
Honestly, you would think that some of these people work like field hands, loading up their plates as if they havent' eaten in days. People do it at an all you can eat buffet. I mean, you can't walk all the way back to the food bar and get another plate? They heap it so that it is literally falling off the plate onto the floor while they are walking.
Back in olden days, banks used to serve cookies or treats. And, there was always a running joke about certain people who would repeatedly go into the bank and help themselves.
Honestly, you would think that some of these people work like field hands, loading up their plates as if they havent' eaten in days. People do it at an all you can eat buffet. I mean, you can't walk all the way back to the food bar and get another plate? They heap it so that it is literally falling off the plate onto the floor while they are walking.
Years ago, DH and I went to "family-style" buffet place called Golden Corral. (He had been given a gift card.)
I still remember how disgusting it was...not because of the mountains of food on the plates, but because of the mountains of food that were thrown away.
I have about given up the buffets. I just cant eat that much anymore.
I do like them when on vacation and it is local seafood. If it is kept hot or cold like it should be.
And if I find a good scallop, just plan on being there a while. I love those things.
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Years ago we would do a salad day at work. A local catering company made the best salad, it was full of all kinds of veggies and meats. They made home made croutons and a killer dressing. It was only $2-$3 a person. We would have a list of who paid and we would all get to eat. The cheap vultures would wait nearby asking if we were done and they would gobble what was left. We finally stopped doing it because we were tired of feeding others who were too cheap to cough up $3.
A lady that used to work in the operating room always kept rubbermaid containers in her locker. Any time any kind of food came in she would go get a container and fill it and put it in her locker. Then she would be spotted having 2 or 3 servings after that.
I've known people who look for events and promotions in the paper every weekend that will be serving food and they will go around eating at them so they don't have to cook on the weekend.
I've known people who look for events and promotions in the paper every weekend that will be serving food and they will go around eating at them so they don't have to cook on the weekend.
YES!!! I have seen that too. And I was called crazy for it.
With all the churches we have here, a person could eat rather well every Sunday.
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I've known people who look for events and promotions in the paper every weekend that will be serving food and they will go around eating at them so they don't have to cook on the weekend.
I thought that was what Sam's and Costco were for?
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I have about given up the buffets. I just cant eat that much anymore.
I do like them when on vacation and it is local seafood. If it is kept hot or cold like it should be.
And if I find a good scallop, just plan on being there a while. I love those things.
Scallops are amazing!
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I know! I could eat myself to death with them. I don't get them often because I know I will eat too much.
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Years ago we would do a salad day at work. A local catering company made the best salad, it was full of all kinds of veggies and meats. They made home made croutons and a killer dressing. It was only $2-$3 a person. We would have a list of who paid and we would all get to eat. The cheap vultures would wait nearby asking if we were done and they would gobble what was left. We finally stopped doing it because we were tired of feeding others who were too cheap to cough up $3.
A lady that used to work in the operating room always kept rubbermaid containers in her locker. Any time any kind of food came in she would go get a container and fill it and put it in her locker. Then she would be spotted having 2 or 3 servings after that.
At work we used to have almost weekly pizza or other parties. To attend, you had to pay the $5 or whatever the cost was. It got to be that the same group of people would circle around our party waiting for people to be done so they could swoop in and eat, for free. then again, those were the same people that would eat leftover cake and such that was left out for days. blech
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Years ago we would do a salad day at work. A local catering company made the best salad, it was full of all kinds of veggies and meats. They made home made croutons and a killer dressing. It was only $2-$3 a person. We would have a list of who paid and we would all get to eat. The cheap vultures would wait nearby asking if we were done and they would gobble what was left. We finally stopped doing it because we were tired of feeding others who were too cheap to cough up $3.
A lady that used to work in the operating room always kept rubbermaid containers in her locker. Any time any kind of food came in she would go get a container and fill it and put it in her locker. Then she would be spotted having 2 or 3 servings after that.
At work we used to have almost weekly pizza or other parties. To attend, you had to pay the $5 or whatever the cost was. It got to be that the same group of people would circle around our party waiting for people to be done so they could swoop in and eat, for free. then again, those were the same people that would eat leftover cake and such that was left out for days. blech
That's just wrong. I'd have plastic bags there for the people who paid to take extra pieces home.
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I'm so glad we don't have these problems where we work. Well, not usually. When I was still a temp and working in the safety department I would help with the training sessions. We always fed the guys when they had all day training. Once, the other trainer and I got pizza for the guys and figured there would be plenty for us too. Well, the guys got done eating and went back to the training area. They took all the left over pizza with them! We went out to clean up and found we were left with no pizza. We had to go out again and get lunch for ourselves. But it's a good story. We still joke about the day the maintainance department stole our lunch