“I intercepted a Christmas card and with a little bit of
whiteout I addressed it to myself.”
“You need to turn it in to the inspector,” she advised.
“Turn what in?”
“The card.”
“What for?”
She thought about it for a second.
“Sexual Harassment.”
“Huh? Why?”
She must’ve heard parts of the conversation between the
horticulture teacher and myself; How the prisoner slid the card under the other
teacher's door.
“Why?” I asked, somewhat puzzled. “Is it because it was
meant for a female? Should it matter? It’s not like those 3-D cards, you know, the
kind that when you open it there's a pop-up.”
She assumed a more serious face.
“Over familiarity with staff,” she decided.
“The card came from my student. He doesn’t exactly know her.”
“Still.”
I explained how I resolved this issue.
“I keep the card in my shirt pocket, close to my heart. I’ve thanked him profusely all week long.”
Merry Christmas!
8 comments:
Ahh, a sweet prison tale! :)
Merry Christmas, dude, and here's to an exciting, healthy 2012 ~ triple cheers ~~!
Hey, what in tarnation is happening here? I know you been thru a rough period but you ain't flipped no switches have ya? Hucks all sauced up and wonderin'. Merry Xmas. Quadruple cheers:}}}}
Oh JR, where will this madness end? 2012 is bound to be a better year for you!
Hey JR sounds like you might want to keep the card in plainview. I applaud your willingness to confront. Not an easy job but it keeps those bastards on their toes. Great job and enjoyed your telling of it. MW
Big Brother is watching you, even when you do logical things like doctoring a greeting card.
I empathize. It must be the place where you work that dunnit to you.
Me? I'm not neurotic.
Stay away from my eyes! :)
I received 4 1/2 Christmas Cards: 3 from friends, 1 from a coworker, and of course 1 from a convict (I counted it as a half-card due to me pilfering it and not because I think convicts are subhuman).
I am wondering whose manilla file folders were looted to make the card you hold so close to your heart.W.W.
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