Tonight I stopped and filled my car up with gas at the service station where I used to work weekends when I was an undergraduate student. I was talking to my old boss' son for a while, and he showed me a "publication" called Busted. It's basically just full of mug shots that have been taken in the county over the past month. I don't know if the idea is to shame people into obeying the law or what, but it just lists mug shot after mug shot, and tells what the person was arrested for. I'm sure it would be good for hours upon hours of trashy fun to browse through.
A customer came in, so he set the paper down on the counter while he rang them up. The girl looked down and said, "My sister was in that last month."
My boss' son said, "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope she's turning her life around."
The customer said, "She is. For good this time." Then she walked out the door.
Five minutes later, another customer walked in, looked down at the paper on the counter (it was still there) and said, "That's my sister."
My boss' son asked, "What did she do* to get her picture in there?"
The customer said, "I don't know. She didn't tell me anything. I'm going to have to look and see." Then he picked it up and started thumbing through it.
I motioned to the stack and said, "There are plenty more if you want to take them for your family scrap book."
He didn't laugh, but I sure thought it was funny.