Found floating face-down in a mud puddle in the parking lot of a Baton Rouge hospital:
Which begs several questions–some intriguing, some not:
1. How did this end up on the ground? Did the hospital orderly who registered the inmate use Brand X elastic to attach the badge? Was there a struggle in the parking lot that sent bystanders scurrying for cover amongst the azaleas? Or was it lost in a quick change by the inmate, who escaped his captors via the time-honored route of the laundry chute?
2. Who’s the guy in the photo? According to the badge, it looks like Jefferson is the guy’s last name, but on the card held up in the photo, it’s Tate. And people wonder how folks get lost in the system. Word to the wise: when being arrested in Louisiana, be in possession of only one last name.
3. Who’s holding the sign? I thought criminals held up their own nameplates, but this one’s clearly being held by the photographer/deputy. Was there no one else around to help the poor schmuck with the camera? With the photog’s own hand in the shot, it simply reeks of spring break shenanigans on the beach–all that’s missing is a Sharpie, some cheap shaving cream, and a bowl of warm water.
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