Yesterday Sylvia wanted tacos, so I stopped at Taco Time on the way home after work. The restaurant was surrounded by police cars with lights flashing, and I made note of it at the pickup window:
"I see you have a lot of police here," I said.
"Yes," the teller said, "I don't know what's going on!"
"I hope it wasn't a..." And here I made the universal finger guns gesture, "...Taco Crime."
She laughed.
"I see you have a lot of police here," I said.
"Yes," the teller said, "I don't know what's going on!"
"I hope it wasn't a..." And here I made the universal finger guns gesture, "...Taco Crime."
She laughed.
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