Diary

Who knew?

I just got a call from a good friend of mine.  He was at the country records office getting finger printed for his CCW.  He was sitting next to the clerk’s window waiting to be called.  In walked a man and the following conversation took place with a county sheriff:

Man – Can I speak to you a minute?
Sheriff – Sure, what’s up?
Man – I’m here to report for my sentence.  I was sentenced to seven days in jail.
Sheriff – The jail is right next door, go there.
Man – Last night my girlfriend took off and stole my ID and wallet.
Sheriff – What do you want me to do about it?
Man – Nothing, but I just came from the jail and they won’t let me serve my sentence because I don’t have ID.  I told them I’m in the system can’t you look me up? 

Who knew you needed an ID to go to jail?

God help us!

Crippy’s World