It was just a 1/2 hour walk or so. When we got back to her house she brought out a box of taco shells; she'd scored big on some great deal and wanted to share. So I grabbed three boxes.
When I was walking back home I thought of how strange I must looking walking down the street carrying three boxes of taco shells. Then I went into a daydream that should only be carried out on TV: I thought about how if someone attacked me I could either throw the box of taco shells at them or open a box and throw one taco shell at a time. With luck, one would hit them in the eye or at least startle them so much I could make my getaway.
Okay, maybe I spend too many days alone, or maybe I watch too much TV. Either way, who thinks like that? Just think.... I could be the Taco Shell Ninja Mom! A new superhero coming to a neighborhood near you!