I don't really have anything new to write about. I lost my notes and I can't remember what was next on the list. So I'll just relate a short anecdote about something that happened the other day.
When inmates from the Hive go out to have a visit, they go out in a full set of restraints. Leg irons, cuffs in front hooked to a belly chain. As a matter of fact, until they are released from our house, anytime they leave the house except for recreation, that is how they go out. They get to walk all the way across the camp with maybe eighteen inches of chain between their feet and their hands cuffed in front.
Not very comfortable but, hey, it's their choice mostly. They didn't have to act stupid and get locked up.
So anyway, one of the yard dogs was bringing one back from visit the other day and they stopped in front of the sally port door and waited for it to open. Swabby up in the bubble popped the door and the yard dog opened it and the guy just stood there. We looked at him and I was thinking "Uh-oh... is this going to be a problem?"
I saw the guy trying to move his feet but he couldn't step in the door. He turned and gave me a look like "What the hell are you doing to me?"
I was several steps away and not doing anything at all to him.
Then I looked and saw what the problem was and laughed. When he stopped at the door the chain from his leg restraints had slipped down in the crack in the sidewalk and got wedged. If he had tried hard enough to move he would have fallen flat on his face. We got him unstuck and into the house he went.
And he thought I was standing on his chain.
Do I seem like the kind of person who would do a thing like that?
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