Book delivery

Tonight at work I cleaned showers in a dorm that had a couple of friends inside. I had brought a book and magazine for one guy, Jordan, who I worked with on the hoe squad at my last unit. While I was scrubbing the shower with my co-worker I has some good conversation going with Jordan, too. He also made a cup of cocoa coffee in return for the book delivery and clean shower stalls. That makes for a good night of work - coffee in one hand, scrub pad in the other and gabbing out the mouth.


When I left my dorm to go to work I had the book and magazine tucked in my sock under my pant leg without a noticeable bulge. For the first time since I started working two months ago, the guard decided to do a pat search. The guard for the night was a young Hawaiian woman who was usually pretty cool. When she approached me to pat me down, I backed up and told her that I had a package on my leg. Disbelieving me, she told me to step forward and started to pat me down. When her hand hit the magazine on my calf she jumped back and started laughing.

"I thought you were kidding," she said, and asked where I was taking them. After telling her, she let me go. That cup of mocha was worth it.