I checked it out. It was a Facebook notification. Detective Meyer, Jaime’s partner, just poked me and posted a silly picture on my wall. Jaime had given me the phone and opened a Facebook account for me, so he could check on me during the day. Before, he had a compulsion of calling me at home and couldn’t concentrate at work. “Are you okay?” “Have you had lunch yet?” “What are you doing?” “Are you really, really okay?” I found his attention flattering. A little annoying, but flattering. Though if he just bedded me I don’t think he would have an obsession about what I was doing all the time. I quickly “liked” Meyer’s post and added a witty comment. Before I left this grocery store I bet the thread was going to grow five pages long. Almost all folks in Hammond PD friended me, including the chief himself. My wall was full of posts, comments, pokes and just about every silly thing they could do to vie for my attention. I don’t want to brag, but they all seemed to have an unhealthy obsession to know what I was doing, just like Jaime.
