tales from the jail, encore!

the week sure got a little more interesting as far as jail tales are concerned!

1. I meet with a client for a regular office visit. She proceeds to begin coughing and coughing, and not just something in throat, cough. No, a juicy cough. So juicy in fact that she proceeds to wipe whatever junk came up on her pant leg. Then she looks at it, and back at her hand. I offer her a kleenex. She declines and states she is fine. I know my poker face was replaced with a disgusted look. Lysol wiped my desk for darn sure after that!

2. Client is meeting with the community service officer and informs her that he would like to do his hours at a local park to "learn a few things." She tells him this isn't possible because his current address is across town from the park and he has already explained that he has transportation issues. He says his address is subject to change. That he may move to one of the following locations:
a: across town, by the park, with his wife,
b: across town, a little farther from the park, with a lady friend, or
c: to a place of his own that is too small to have anyone live with him.
seriously, where do they come up with this stuff.

i have more, but those will be for tuesday's post, in case, you know, things go all mundane by then!