Tonight at the Taco Stand

I could somehow not remember Scott Howard's last name while telling manager and good buddy Mark Marchand behind the counter about Larry Munson retiring (the guy behind in line with the son looking eerily like Mark's eight year old Jalen reminded me). But I got my usual two Tilapia tacos to go and on the way out, after a long line had surfaced, a much littler boy who has just been playing soccer was instead blowing in and out of a just small enough plastic bags covering just a little too much of his face for most folks comfort, seems I was only one checking him out at the critical juncture. Mom was at the front of the line maybe 15 feet away blindsided by the line of people oddly behind her (usually the line snakes to the left side). So in a split second I decided I was justified on raining on this maybe six year old's parade and used my scariest grown up voice to very sternly and loudly yanked the plastic sack away and say NO, fully looking for his mom. She mouthed thank you and I was on my way out the door. Meanwhile next door the Barbecue restaurant was having a sneak preview of traffic disasters in the near future. All on Monday night at Butler's Crossing. Hope I did not bum out that kid too much.