donzell

Ever since I was a teenager, I have a trait, an air, or something that causes children to talk to me and view me as one of them. For the most part, it is has been a curiosity that I have taken notice of and nothing more, until yesterday.

Yesterday, I was off the to the county jail to see clients. When I arrived and got out of my car, a small girl waived at me; she was no more than six years old. She asked me who I was, and I told her my name was "Johnny." (Mind you, my real name ain't "Johnny," and I don't use "Donzell," except here and with a few friends, but I am not about to reveal my real name or a variant of it here.) The little girl asked me if I worked at the jail. I told her no, and I was there to see clients. She said that I looked like I worked there because I had a tie on. (Who knew that dressing nice in a suit would get me confused for a police officer or a jailer?) She wanted to know where I had come from, and I told her that I just came from town to the jail. She bounced out of her seat and said, "My aunt and my cousin live there!" So, I asked her where did she live? She said "Atlanta." I asked her if she liked it there. She said no, because "it was noisy and smelly, really smelly." I told her that I had to go and see my clients. She reached out and gave me a "high five." As I was walking away to the jail, the little girl bounced out her seat and reached above the window and yelled to me, "Bye, Johnny Lawyer!" I smiled and went about my business at the jail. That little exchange brightened my entire day, and makes this job a littler easier to do.