One day at work, about 10am, Gordon and I were "working" and listening to loud punk music like we often do, talking about movies and video games while looking up crap on the online. About six co-workers showed up at the point of access to our room and informed us that we had missed all the action. To quote George, "MrMcGoo just got cuffed and stuffed." He's a very sensitive guy, but yeah, MrMcGoo left work in cuffs that day. Rumors started flying, jokes were being made in bad taste, and the common thought was that his dirty-old-man vibe went past lewd comments about hot chicks.

Moments later, a meeting was called, not to dispel rumors or layout the truth, but to make sure we were prepared for him never coming back. First order of business was to backup his computer hard drive in case it was confiscated as evidence. The craziest part of the meeting was when it was revealed that the name 'MrMcGoo' was an alias.

Later, BossA and Boss1 bought us all lunch so we'd have a chance to come together and voice concerns, opinions, and anything else we wanted to say in public forum. I definately appreciated this because I wanted to know everything, not just floating rumors or secondhand knowledge, and I was able to voice that to everyone, all who agreed. We all speculated that he would call work to ask for bail, and BossA declared that bail might be paid based on the charges, so drunk driving might be worth having him back, but any sexual predator stuff meant he could sit. However, no one knew anything concrete at the time, and the conversation gradually shifted toward movies, as usual.

Gordon, being the curious bastard he is, instantly started looking for news articles or any kind of report on one Mr. McGoo. He didn't find anything, but it was early. I got more and more creeped out as the day went on, and I wasn't able to focus on work very well. Things would just pop out of my or Gordon's mouth like, "So, if it was kid stuff, do you think..." There was a myriad of situations we came up with. I even came up with a conspiracy theory:

MrMcGoo had started showing people things around work as if he was training them for when he was going to leave. It was speculated that he knew the cops would come for him soon, which is why he was doing this. I theorized that cops would show up in one or two days looking for MrMcGoo, only to find out that he had been fake arrested and smuggled out of the country. None of us would see that coming, and we'd have no idea where he went.

Around 3pm, my curiosity got the better of me, and I started looking for stuff on him. I was a little more persistent that Gordon though, and I found the SC Sheriff's website with info on outstanding warrants and current inmates at their detention centers. Found him. It listed where and when he was arrested too, so there was no mistaking it. It also had a list of charges he was brought in on too, but only by penal codes. There was a link to look up what different codes meant, so I looked up his charges... and freaked right the fuck out.

Lewd acts with a child under the age of 14, plus two or three counts of sentance-extension for previous convictions. Fucked up. I can't believe I shook this guy's hand once, or ever took shit from him over anything I did wrong at work. I checked his minimum sentences, and figured out that if everything sticks, 15 years, maybe 10. If things stick hard, life. We even found him on the Megan's Law website once we knew his real name is Eddie.

The last bit I heard was that BossA had talked to someone at the Sheriff's department, who said we may as well start clearing out his cubicle, because they had enough evidence to keep him away from work for a long time.