"Everyday" may not accurately describe this mystery, because fortunately it does not happen here every day. Nevertheless, it's one of those things you observe going about your normal life, and you wonder why it happened.
The girls in the current Refine class introduced the mystery as we talked at brunch this morning. The conversation moved from striped shirts to orange shirts to jail suits, and then they described what they had seen. It was a Sunday, and they were riding along in downtown Indianapolis, when they spied two men in orange jail suits. Their wrists and ankles were shackled. They carried plastic bags, but they were clear and held clothes, not trash. "Were they alone?!" I asked in horror.
"No, they were escorted by two policemen," the girls replied.
We speculated for several minutes about what they could have been doing. "We thought maybe they were transferring jails," Jenine explained.
"But you don't do that walking," Rachel J. pointed out.
"It wasn't picking up trash, because they had clothes in their bags," someone else said. (Maybe the trash they found was clothes, I thought to myself.)
"Maybe their laundromat broke down, and they had to go somewhere else," someone suggested.
"It was in downtown Indianapolis?" I queried.
"Yes, right downtown," saith Jenine.
"Maybe they had tried to escape and had just been apprehended," I speculated. But none of us could reach a decisive conclusion. As that conversation trailed off, Jenine announced, "It really disturbed us, so we decided not to think about it." Which is why, I suppose, we were all discussing it at brunch almost a week later.
What do you think?
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