Mug Shot

Guess what cool thing I did today? I got a mug shot. Well, kinda. I have a civil service job, meaning I get paid through the town I work in... Today, at work, I had to go down to the police station / town hall to get my photo id picture taken - you know, national security and whatnot. (Uncle Sam wants to know who recommends books to his little ones, basically.) I had to get it done at the police station, because I wasn't there the day they came into the library to take peoples' pictures.

Whoa Nelly, it was cool strolling into the police station. Even though I am totally afraid of police men, it was kind of a rush to walk into a place where everyone has a gun strapped to their belt and where they have a water fountain that says "Not for Inmate Use" on it. And I had to walk, unescorted, through a door that said "Authorized Personnel Only", which kinda made me "authorized," I guess. And they just told me to go down to the third door on the left. Of course, I don't know my left from my right, so I was peeking into EVERY door! I saw all kinds of crazy stuff that I've only ever seen on TV. I even saw the holding cell.

But the best part of the whole experience was having my picture taken. Officer George Somebody took my mug shot. I asked if I could hold up a sign with numbers. I don't think he was amused.

And on my way out, this cutey officer asked me if I wanted any doughnuts. Heh. I giggled my way out the door. I totally should have eaten one. Now THAT would have been one for the book!