So Graeme and I were on our way home from work today when I suddenly got the urge to eat an entire carniceria, partly due to the fact that I skipped lunch. This being physically impossible, we settled on Taco Bell.

As we came to the intersection, a police car blared its sirens as it drove by, and kept going right past a fenderbender parked in the median. It was a little odd that he left them there, but we pressed onward.

My visions of crunchwraps and grilled stuft burritos quickly vanished, however, when we pulled up to the Taco Bell and found what can only be described as a situation. Police cars surrounded the Taco Bell, and a line of drive-through cars wrapped around the building. With access to the parking lot cut off by another cop car, we drove around in a curious daze trying to get our bearings. Police were standing a distance away, just eyeballing the place. We decided not to drive around the barrier as it seemed these folks weren’t driving through anytime soon.

Graeme had spotted a Willy’s earlier, so we headed there to pick up much tastier food.

We still wonder just what could go on at a Taco Bell to get that kind of response but still have a drive-through queue that long.

Gordita Banditos?