Taquitos

Ben Montgomery with the last thing you'd expect to see on the front page of a major metro daily: It's nearing 1 a.m. and you're waiting outside 7-Eleven on Davis Islands for someone to buy a Go-Go Taquito so you can finally get some answers.

A couple walks in. The man veers to the cooler. Smart. Grab a Gatorade, pal. You'll need it to wash down that jalapeno and cream cheese Taquito, which is "Now Even Hotter, " as if it wasn't hot enough before. The cooler door slaps shut and he heads toward the rollers. Golden.

The woman stays up front. She's eyeing something near US Weekly. Suddenly she looks up, looks at you, right at you, in your car, your face lit in dashboard green, staring at her and writing furiously on the notebook in your lap.

You're busted. Even if these kids exit with 11 Taquitos, what do you say, Creepy Car Guy?

I see you got Taquitos. Hear about the guy who killed for one?

There's been a lot of talk about this one around Timesland this week. One editor said he wouldn't have run it at all. Others wondered about its placement.

I cannot remember the last time I laughed harder while reading a newspaper. This fact should not be underestimated.