Robin stood behind the register. She tried to figure out what in the hell was going on in her life. She knew this was not some nightmare; she was actually a dirt-poor lowlife.
A car pulled up with a badge on the door. A man got out and walked in. "So I see you're still gainfully employed, Robin. That's good."
"Um, who are you?" asked Robin.
"Funny," said the man. "Oh, we moved offices, so we have a new address." He took a card from his pocket and handed it to Robin.
Robin read the card: Harrison Monroe. Department of Corrections, Parole Division. "You're a parole officer?"
"Robin, enough of the snide comments," the man said. "I'm just making sure you're still employed. You're very lucky you got a job. Not a lot of places would hire someone convicted of shoplifting and assault and battery."
"What the hell?" said Robin. "I would never do something so trashy!"
"Let's hope that's true now," said the man. "I'll let you get back to work, Robin. Keep your nose clean." He left Robin wondering what the hell was going on in her world.
Thu Apr 13 00:22:57 2017