As I was shopping last night I was accosted by one of our citizens who apparently is bent on serving a life sentence on the installment plan.
"I did my 69 days in jail standing on my head," said the man, whom I didn't recognize.
"69 days?," I said.
"That's an odd number. How'd you wind up doing that?"
"The judge sentenced me to 90 days," the creature replied.
"Oh, that's very interesting." I said.
"I'm glad you did them standing on your head because somebody goofed," I added.
"With your 25% good time credit, you were only supposed to serve 68 days, so you got screwed out of a day."
There are many weary days when I go home exhausted but retain comfort in the thought that I'm going home and they're wearing orange.