Friday Pizza Buffet - Attack of the Urchins!

When I'm working nights, my wife, daughter, and I have a friday ritual as friday night is my last night to work. We go to a local pizza buffet that we love and have a feast for lunch. We used to live near a popular location, but recently moved near a less popular location. It's really been nice. We usually have the whole place to ourselves save for a quiet few others who honor the pizza with soft spoken conversation during lunch. There's never any jockeying for position or trying to time when the cookie pizza will be fresh, hot, and not picked over. Today, our in laws were in town doing us the huge favor of fixing up our old house which we intend to rent. So we thought it would be nice if we drove across town so that they wouldn't have to drive far. My wife went back and forth over the driving across town versus the more serene environment. I didn't have the energy to have an opinion so we drove over to our old feed trough. As we pulled up, to my horror, we noted multiple buses unloading children in uniforms all wound up with the energy of some kind of disorganized trip and prepared to clamor for pizza. As we walked in, I groaned, in fact I believe a few explitives slipped out. It was total chaos! Urchins scrambling about like they were shot out of a pinball machine. Asking, "are you in line?" to the child on their left as they squirmed in front of me in just enough time to scoop up the last two pieces of pepperoni. As I sulked over my plate, head realing with overstimulation, I glanced over at my 11 month old daughter perched in her high chair happy as a clam stuffing about one out of every two chunks of pizza that my wife cut for her successfully into her mouth. She was absolutely thrilled taking in all of the activity like it was the best tv show ever. While I made a mental note to take a page from her book once in a while, I still ran from that place like there was no tomorrow. From now on, friday pizza buffet is permanently relocated!