Apple cores and fur coats.

Perhaps this blog will become me telling stories of my job.

Yesterday a resident told me that it was illegal for me to enforce laws I did not create while eating an apple core he had just asked me to throw out.

The day before that I chased an older women wearing bright red lipstick, long fur coat, and loafers. She was scurrying down the middle of the street. When we caught up to her, she said she just wanted to leave.

JR is calling me by my name now (not Lisa Madigan, whom I apparently look like), and QH almost made me cry yesterday because he wanted today off, like me, so he could go home with his mom.