
Our waitstaff clued us in. It turns out one of my aunts was grabbing the waitstaff as they walked out of the kitchen. They'd get no further than 3 feet from the door and then wham! She'd grab them and pratically clean off their serving trays. The best part is if she didn't like what they were carrying, she'd send them back to bring something else.
Our waitstaff finally stepped up to her towards the middle of the reception and told her that they need to finish their rounds on the far side of the room and that they would be back. I guess she hadn't eaten all day.

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