copyright The Reclining Gentleman
Joel had a bucket list of minor infractions, so when he saw a hitchhiker outside a prison, he picked him up.
“Thanks,” the man said. “You know you weren’t supposed to pick me up, right?”
“What, you gonna tell on me?”
“So why’d you do it?”
Joel pulled out his bucket list binder. The man flipped through it.
“Bicycling without helmet, illegal fishing, petty theft,” he read. “That’s a misdemeanor, actually.”
“Law expert, eh?” Joel said. “Makes sense, I suppose. What were you in for?”
“Oh, I wasn’t a prisoner,” the man said. “My car broke down. I’m the warden.”
The Green-Walled Tower 