01-18-2021, 06:06 PM
Back in my college days I got a parking ticket. Uncle Harold was a city detective in the town,Columbia, where I was going to school. Not having much money, I thought maybe Uncle Harold could fix it for me. I went to his office at the police station and explained my situation. Uncle Harold said that since I had come to the police station for the first time that I should take a tour. He showed me the first floor offices then took me down stairs to where the jail cells were. While I was looking at the inside of a jail cell I heard the cell door slam. I turned around and Uncle Harold was gone. After some time passed, Uncle Harold returned, opened the cell door, looked at me and said. "Pay the fine".