
The image doesn’t post for me.
With some trepidation, I ask,
“What is it?”
Next day ...
“Can I help you, inmate?”
“Did my bras come in yet?”
“Yes. Why are you so anxious
to wear a bra, anyway?”
“Oh, I don’t wear them. I cut
them in half and sell them to
the other inmates.”
“Sell them as what?”
“Beanies with chin straps.”