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October 2008 / Volume 8 / Issue Three | |||||||||
Jason Floyd Williams | |||||||||
angles of community service. My mother-in-law would take my wife & her brother, when they were little kids, 10 & 12 yrs old, into various Department stores, load-up carts & casually stroll-out. It was a micro-crime spree. They got away w/ it a dozen or so times. Each time getting more appliances, electronics, & bathroom supplies. Then, one day, while my future mother-in-law wandered across a store’s parking-lot, kids in tow & a homeless man full-cart, an undercover cop approached her & asked to see the receipt for the merchandise. She looked earnestly through her pockets & purse for a fake receipt. After about 20 minutes of this, mentally-exhausted & losing confidence, she admitted to stealing the stuff. There wasn’t a local, TV news report about it, only a brief appearance before the local judge, court costs, & a sentence of 200 community-service hrs. My wife told me recently about it, “Mom took me & Larry with her to pick-up this old woman & we would drive her around on her errands. We took her to the Doctors’ appointments, grocery-shopping & to bingo games. Eventually mom got wise & started to give this old lady 5 or 10 bucks to shave off several community-service hours. Soon after that, the old bag wanted 20 or 30 bucks for a few hours. She needed it for the lotto, she said. Mom eventually paid it.” |
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