If you haven’t found yourself waylaid by a Gilli’s burrito in the wee-hours of the night, you haven’t partied in Sioux Falls. That’s facts. And Gilliberto’s always seemed like a safespace too, where everyone could show up, united by the basic human compulsion to revel in adobado, cabeza, lengua, and a side of guac.
Until this weekend when shots rang out.
Seriously guys, what you gotta do this? There were ten shots fired at our local Walgreen’s this summer. My kid spotted a drug deal in the parking lot of HyVee. We watched the mobile crime unit investigating a sketched-out minivan at a south-side Burger King a few weeks ago.
Sioux Falls is definitely experiencing some growing pains. Not that we’re special. Per-capita crime isn’t much different here than any similarly-sliced chunk of America. (Last year we watched the cops amass at a tidy suburban California shopping center, between a Marshall’s and a boba-tea joint. Why? Some wanna-be gangbangers had a throw-down there the day before and social media was indicating they were going to do it again.)
Chill out, y’all. Everyone’s begging for workers. We’ve got plenty of entertainment. Local bands would love to have a few new fans. Don’t you have something better to do than strut your stuff over a little baggy of ditchweed? Let’s figure this out before a stray bullet puts a tragic end to some burrito-lovin’ kid’s life. Seriously.