Muffia at the Coffee Shop-They Know We Are Out There

Dear WTMs, So this morning after dropping off kids, I head to the coffee shop to pay $3.75 for double shot mocha. I need the extra jolt today because it is the DAY BEFORE First Communion. That means I must actually deep clean the house. Note to self: wipe all the BOOGERS off the wall in hallway. Another note to self: take dog bed out of hallway bathtub. You get the picture. So I go to the coffee shop. I walk in the coffee shop wearing my Crocs, holey jeans, t-shirt that I slept in. It is 810am. As I walk in, out of the corner of my eye, I have a "muffia" sighting. A table of 6 women, dig if you will, the picture: All perfectly groomed, hair curled, full make-up. All wearing designer casual duds, perfect for that "important meeting at the coffee shop" look. There is one gal that looks a little out of place at the table, wearing unfashionable glasses, straight hair that has not be "enhanced" by hair color. I figure that she's the treasurer that they let hang around them and join the committee because she can add. Now, I don't KNOW these ladies. But I KNOW them, if you understand what I mean. The muffia are a universal organization, therefore even if they are from another school or city. As I am getting my coffee,I notice that several members of the "very important committee meeting" group are openly staring at me. Their WTM radar is obviously on. Knowing the evil ways of the muffia, they were fixing their laser stares at me thinking: "OMG, I can't believe that woman is wearing that. Thank God I am perfect!" or "Do I know her? Is she important enough for me to know? If she is important enough for me to know, should I greet her?" I get my coffee and bolt. That muffia committee is another WTM's headache. I've got my own to deal with. The point of this story is...ladies they KNOW we are out there. Yet one more sign that our movement is gaining strength.