On Thursday, I took the day off so I could drive 45 miles out of my way and sit in the parking lot of a prison.  No, I was not put in jail nor was I visiting someone who is.

I'd like to say that I didn't silently scream "Eek!" as I drove past the sea of orange jumpers in the yard.  I'd like to say that as I sat in the car waiting that I didn't frantically jump and turn every time I heard a noise behind me.  I'd like to say that I didn't slump down a little in my seat in case I saw someone I knew.  And I'd like to say that I don't believe in stereotypes and don't have preconceived notions but obviously whether conscientiously or not, I do.

I will say this though.  If driving through a parking lot can put me on edge that much, I can only imagine what it would be like to be inside.  If you want to scare your child straight, this is the place to be.  It might not work on every kid, but it'd sure as hell work on me.  *Note to self, must replace embezzled money before someone notices*