Tonight Mike and I were waiting in line with all the other hungry dinner seekers at Krispy Chic. I can’t recall right now what first drew my attention to the ankle of a fellow waiter, but once there my eyes locked onto a curious site and I spent the rest of the time paining myself not to stare. The man was sporting an electronic tracking bracelet. What was even more surprising was that he made no attempts to hide it by wearing pants or socks. Nosiree, he seemed to proudly sport his bracelet like an accessory to his black, fuzzy, flip-flop slippers.

As we were leaving a police car was approaching the parking lot.

Only in Savannah? Seriously, I’m asking. I really don’t know.