Meeting Jean Valjean (ironically in the bread aisle)

I’m walking around the grocery store, looking for a snack.

A big dude and his friend, both tatted out and both wearing matching black wife-beaters, approach.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“What’s up?”

“Do you guys hire felons?”


“I just got out of the pen 4 years ago.”


“And I got 2 felonies.”


“And I saw this ad for EMT and paramedic classes. I thought maybe I could get some training, y’know?”

“Good luck, man.” (Please don’t hurt me.)

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