Last night we went out for our usual Tuesday night dinner at Godfather's Pizza.  Apparently, word of their Tuesday night kids eat free promo has gotten out.  There was a soccer party going on in the party room and a kids' birthday party in another part of the dining room.  Not to mention, their usual crowd of a few families out for dinner.

The staff was obviously unprepared for feeding such a large crowd.  D waited in a long line just to pay, while the kids and I sat at a booth and were able to get drinks.  I settled them into their seats and went off to get pizza for them and myself.  Oh, and of course a salad for W.

As dinner went on, people would make their way up to the buffet line and stand there, waiting for pizzas to come out of the oven.  Like I said, the staff was a little behind.  The kids had eaten quite a few pieces of pizza and were soon ready for the yummilicious dessert pizza.  I looked over and noticed of course, that there wasn't any.  A few other kids in the restaurant had made their way over to the buffet area by this time and were all lined up chanting, "we want dee-ssert pizza, we want dee-sert pizza" and I could tell the man behind the counter was feeling the pressure. 

Luckily, a few moments later he proudly set down a freshly prepared dessert pizza and the chanting ceased.  I immediately made my way over to the back of the line behind the small kids who had already been standing there for some time.  I had planned to get dessert pizza for D, N, W, and myself so that I wouldn't have to go back up.  So, I get in line and then see the guy behind the counter put out a second dessert pizza.  Score!  By this time, a few people had gotten in line behind me and were anxiously awaiting their slice of the bubbly hot dessert.

And then a woman from the dining area made her way (accompanied by her elementary age daughter) over to the beginning of the line, near the newly placed dessert pizzas.  Yes, she had in fact gotten right in front of those darling little children who had been chanting for the pizza, and began to reach over them to grab a few servings of it.  She quickly told her daughter, "hurry, go get a plate, go get a plate", when I looked at her and said while motioning to the back of the line, "line's back here, lady." 

She pretended not to hear.

Again, I said (and this time, a little louder), "LINE'S BACK HERE, LADY!"  She then replied, "uh-er, no, well, we've already been through the line once" (as IF that made a flippin' difference!) and I then replied to her, "yeah, so have I but this is for my kids, so get in line". 

She quickly put the spatula down and rolled her eyes and got in back.  Good thing, too because by the time I got up to the front of the line, there were only a few pieces of dessert pizza left.  Not saying anything to her would've meant my kids having to wait for their dessert pizza, and I was not having that happen.  By the time she got up to the front of the line, the dessert pizza was out and she and her daughter had to wait a few more minutes for another one to be brought out.

While she was standing there I heard her say something to another woman in line. Something to the effect of, "I would've said something but I don't know…she could've had a gun in her purse".  I glared at her. She stared back at me.  I continued to stare back at her.  She looked away first.  Yeah, that's what I thought, lady.  Don't get into a mad-dogging competition with me.  I'll win it every time.

I told D what I wanted to say to her after hearing that comment she made was, "don't be silly, I don't have a gun in my purse.  It's in my glovebox."  Just kidding.  Just because I'm from Texas, doesn't mean I carry a gun.

But still, don't mess with me or my kids' dinner.  ♥