So yesterday J goes on a prisoner transport, taking prisoners from county A to county B, then some from county B to county C, then a few on the final leg back to A. I ask him what it's like. Do they talk to the officers? He says yes, but he usually turns up the radio so they can't hear 'em. He says every prisoner stinks. Doesn't matter what jail. Doesn't matter how long they've been there. They stink. He says they always ask if they can smoke. My husband doesn't smoke, but even if he did, they're not allowed to smoke in the vans. I am told by the TV/movies that cigarettes are currency in some jails. However, apparently in Logan County, OH, the prisoners are given a carton when they are admitted. On the one hand, maybe they'll kill themselves off quicker. On the other hand, what a waste of taxpayer dollars. Anyway, J knows other officers who do smoke, and will smoke in the van in front of the prisoners.
Anyway, yesterday J is starving during this transport, having only grabbed a bagel on his way out the door. So they stop at a convenience store so he can get a cup and a bag of chips. On the way out of the van, he asks the prisoners if they need anything, can he get them some cigarettes? He's met with a chorus of YEAH! To which he snarkily replies, "Too bad!"
I don't know about you, but I got the biggest kick out of that.
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