Extended Sentence

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Yesterday was the day Megan was supposed to get her phone back. But just as she was turning in her orange jumpsuit and signing her parole papers, new evidence in her case came in by way of her little sister.

"Dad, Megan gave her friends my phone number and told them to text ME to get ahold of her."

Now, we don't normally encourage snitching but Megan had not just broken the rules. She had violated her sister's privacy and made her an unwitting accomplice in the caper. So Cindy turned state's evidence in exchange for immunity.

And Megan, less than twenty-four hours from the end of her sentence, now has to repeat her time-served.

For her troubles, Cindy is now having her name smeared as a snitch by Megan to all of friends. But I fixed that when I told Megan's science project partner about the time she had to poop in a bag in the back seat of an RV during a tornado in Iowa. That should be sufficiently embarrassing to set her straight. At least for a couple days.

delicious | digg | fark | reddit | google | yahoo | Stumble | Talkr | 427 reads