Last night, Bill and I were running up to Nashville to watch the weekly NWA-TNA show. We stopped to get a hamburger along the way. As we went to find Fat Mo's, we passed a Captain D's. It's a great little seafood place, don't you know?

And I just saw this out of the corner of my eye.

A saw a cop, pumping a shotgun, and entering the Captain D's in a crouch.

It would have been in poor taste and generally unwise to have stopped and watched, so we went on up to get our burgers, and we came on back toward the Fairgrounds. And as we passed by the Captain D's, there was nothing going on.

It must have been my imagination.