My mom, drug-buster

My mom has worn many hats in her day, but this past weekend she put on a new one. She was working at the nursing home when the cleaning lady approached her and asked her to come look at something in the bathroom. "I thought she was going to show me that some resident had, you know, 'decorated' the bathroom," said Mom. Instead, the cleaning lady showed her a pouch that had fallen--during cleaning--out of the locked medicine cabinet that is used only for employees. One of the two zippers on the pouch was open when it fell and inside were small zip-lock bags with some sort of powder in them. My mom, aka Sherlie Holmes, took the pouch, locked it away, called the administrator who called the police, and then told the cleaning lady, "We'll just wait and see who starts to get anxious." Well, someone got anxious and went out to their car three times, searched the lockers and break room and asked co-workers if they had seen a little pouch that held medicine.

The police came and took the person away. This person had apparently had some problems with meth earlier as well. The cop was encouraged, though, by the fact that the person had been worried that some of the residents might have found the pouch and hurt themselves. He said that three years ago this person would never have thought of anyone besides themself. Small victories.