Polo!

Okay, so here's an update to yesterday's post concerning Mr. Price, the work farm "escapee".

It would seem that the news article may be just a bit misleading, I thought this was one the dumbest and funniest things I had heard a criminal do in a long time.

I kept thinking, why in the world didn't he just keep walking in one direction until he found he way out of the woods? He's in west Tennessee, for heaven's sake - it wasn't like he was in really rough terrain. It's not mountainous, it's fairly flat land. Doesn't he know north, south, east and west?

An accomplice has left supplies for him, but they are two cell phones, tobacco and whiskey - but no food. Hmmmm.

Lastly, he calls 911, not his Mommy or a buddy with a pickup. What's up with that?

But then, a Sharper Mind than mine, pointed out that Mr. Price NEVER INTENDED to escape. The whiskey, tobacco and cells phones were CONTRABAND and were left there for him to retrieve and be sold at the work farm.

And a HUGE light bulb came on over my head - it made complete sense now. That's why he called 911, Mr. Price wanted them to come get him, he didn't want to jeopardize his impending parole.

However, this brings up a very valid question. Who makes the better criminal - ME or the SHARPER MIND?