Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Busboy in a Sorority House
Working as a busboy in a sorority house isn't as cool as it sounds. All the sororities at my university had designations: one for brainy girls, another for rich girls, one girls with lisps, and another one for the girls who didn't suffer from crippling eating disorders. The latter was where my friend worked, serving food on dress-up night and clearing dishes every other night. From what my friend said, the best night was when he served the women their special Kappa dessert. He would bring a tray loaded with cake to a table, show the ladies the biggest dessert, and then let them fight over it. Well, that part probably is as cool as it sounds.