It’s the closest thing we have to Pamplona in Alpharetta, and it’s just as dangerous. I’ve come close to being trampled many times.
For several years now our kids have attended the preschool program at a downtown Alpharetta church. It’s also the church we’re members of. Once or twice a week I’ll take a late lunch and join my wife at preschool pickup. It’s a frightful scene. So scary is preschool pickup that our church’s staff deliberately avoids the area around 1:00. Why?
Tennis moms. Here’s their background… They were popular sorority girls in college with active social lives. After college they married handsome fraternity boys and eventually moved to a suburb. Everything changed when the baby came along. The social life took a back seat. But now, two or three years later, the kid is old enough for preschool programs at churches. Ah ha, new found freedom suddenly exists! Well, at least from 9 until 1:00 it does. Eager to get back into a social life, these ladies gravitate towards what we do in the affluent burbs… tennis!
By the second week of preschool these moms have purchased new coordinated tennis outfits and are plugged into a league. What they didn’t figure is how fast the morning goes by. 9 to 1 isn’t long, especially if you factor in a hoity-toity lunch, driving and traffic. By the time they arrive at the church property for pickup, they are a mess. They’re racing through the parking lot like Mario Andretti while texting or talking on their iPhone. Speed bumps don’t phase them. Handicap parking spaces? If that’s what it takes to park their Escalade then so be it! These ladies are important and their little precious is waiting!
Seriously though, tennis moms are all over the place and will run you over if you dare cross them. A certain air of suburban entitlement surrounds these ladies when they don the tennis outfit and drive the Escalade. Mere IT cubicle dwellers like yours truly are very out of place in their realm. I mention this only to demonstrate my true suburban bravado. Stand safely clear of the running of the tennis moms.
