Moms.

Past the obvious, the people who come in during the day appear to be personalities apart from those that travel through for dinner.  The "lunch bunch" usually are loners, who grab a slice and take up a four person table to themselves for twenty minutes.  While the lunch rush is typically from noon to one it does not make the knees of the weak crumble like those workers on a Friday night who just want to run out of the shop screaming (myself included). There is however, one type of customer, whom I fear the night time workers could not handle: The moms.

Looking at the door the minute a stroller is pulling up makes a day worker not only groan but shake in fear.  Chances are that stroller is packing at least two kids in it and three more are hanging off the sides.  The pizza maker practically throws four more cheese pies in the oven before the group even makes it up to the counter because no doubt, once one stroller comes in, about a billion more are to follow.  This group of ladies has been coined the "mom brigade."  And the only thing worse than a bunch of shouting crazy kids, are the moms they belong to who have bottled up the anger their husbands have given them during the week.

And what better place to dispel their tude than at our shop?  Sassy moms without a doubt are what the day time staff fears the most.  There is a possible theory of a mom conspiracy, maybe they have a secret society or Facebook group, I wonder.  Of course we don't have the slice they want.  The dressing isn't as low fat enough, might as well put water on it misses.  Their kids slice is too hot.  Can we cut three out of their eight slices in pieces?  What is weird is that these moms seem to have it all under control, their hair is perfect, their outfit is cute, and sometimes their kids are even polite, yet, they act like they're going crazy.  Walking into the kids section during this rush is a bad choice.  While the kids gather at the small tables to enjoy their pizza the moms all sit in a circle gossiping away, giving you the up and down as you walk by, doesn't make a girl feel so good when shes wearing jeans splattered in sauce and a t-shirt that smells like you rolled in old food. 

These ladies are like a high school click.