Recently,Â I was out lateÂ and on my way home,Â grabbed a couple tacos from a local taqueria. As I was leaving, theÂ proprietor said something to me in Spanish.
Now, I speak enough Spanish to get by. I mean, I can order beers and ask where theÂ library is, but in my haste, I wasn’t quite sure what he had said. It was either, “Have a good evening” or “Your turtle has developed a fungus”.
I thought either sentiment was appropriate for the situation and the time of night, so I just let it go.
When I got home, I set the food on the table, flipped on the tube, checked my turtle for fungus, and then taco-ed like a starving man. (By the way, I love using nouns as verbs, as in “taco”. Of course, “Text” is a verb now, as is the venerable “Tea bag”.)
SoÂ there I was, face deep in a pile of tacos when all of a sudden I heard a helicopter flying over my house. I sprang up to see what was going on, and in my alarm, I knockedÂ my foodÂ on the floor.
Ignoring the scattered grub, I went outside to find a police helicopter circling my neighborhood, shining its light down on the streets and houses. (You know, they have that really bright search light on them. That’s how you know it’s a police helicopter and not just a regular helicopter, or a bird.)
I watched the helicopter circle for a while, until I realized that there was probably a dangerous criminal in the vicinity, and I was standing out in the middle of the street. So I hurried back inside, locked the door, and finished my floor tacos.
Have you ever had a brush with the law? Been arrested? Turned someone in? Gone on a three-state shooting spree?
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