Last week I stopped for gas in a small town in central Pennsylvania. I went inside to buy a soda. The clerk was a short, shaggy guy, not exactly toothy, wearing a baseball cap. His nametag said “Mugzy.” When I walked in, Mugzy was in the middle of a conversation with a tall stocky guy eating a hot dog.
Mugzy: “Yeah, I was there for a couple years.”
Hot dog guy: “What did you think?”
Mugzy: “Oh, wasn’t so bad. Better than Smithfield.”
Hot dog guy: “Had to be!”
It took me another moment or two to realize they were talking about their respective stints in prison.