Dang, I went back and looked: The actual term Pie Brigade didn't make it in. I may have to remedy that.
See, back when I ran the real Black Hole Coffee House (not in a church basement), there was this thing that happened. Whenever I'd drop a girlfriend, the Pie Brigade would form in a weird nearly instinctual way. All the women would start bringing me pies, and then spend half the evening in the kitchen arguing who had brought the best pie. I was never involved. I've hen turkeys do something similar-- get to flogging each other over who's going to get serviced when.
In some cases, the pies would show up before I'd given the chick the heave. That was a sure sign they knew what was going on more than I did.
