Arizona has cactus, Camelback Mountain, and wonderful options for good Mexican food. It also has very loud chips.
Jerry and I enjoyed a delicious lunch at a cozy booth in one of our favorite Mexican restaurants. We had no indication a problem would erupt. All seemed well.
The serving staff set a nearby long table for a large party. Perhaps a birthday, I thought.
Traditional Mexican decor with cheerful flair surrounded us in the dimly-lit room. Jerry chatted on about the special qualities of a Harley-Davidson Sportster motorcycle.
A rumbling, mumbling, scuffing sound soon interrupted us as a troop of junior high kids marched in and took seats at the long table located next to our booth.