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Or, how Sgt. Repsac supposedly framed an inmate with his own pen, and in the inmates own handwriting.
I had a bit of an asthma attack laughing at this memory, it cropped up when reading another post about a really sorry customer. This one took place back when I worked as a DI for a youth offender home. To be honest I was more of a glorified Child Care worker, but eh. I liked it for the hours.
I'll use the kids nicknames since it's likely you'll ever know them, or will have known them.
One day, I come into my shift in the evening planning on working with a few of the boys on some of their PT. Since it was volunteer only, I had a handful of guys who liked working out and such. While I'm there, I'm asked to go grab the van and pick up Rabbit. Rabbit was in serving a stint for vandalism and possession, and since he was part of the program; he got to go to a mostly normal school during the day. Delegating the PT off to another boy, I grabbed the van and went to get Rabbit.
(Side note: Imagine if you will, in place of the usual adult in jeans and a polo shirt (as was the uniform) you have a guy in black combat boots, BDU's and a black button down short sleeve shirt, complete with smokey the bear type hat arrive to pick you up. That's what it looked like and needless to say Rabbit wasn't pleased.)
The ride back to the "home" wasn't that bad, Rabbit kept to himself, but I noticed he was fidgeting quite a bit more than usual. So, we get back, he checks in and I head to get my papers from the van. That's when I notice the reason Rabbit had been fidgeting. Not only had he used his pen to write on the upholstery of the van, but he'd written quote "Rabit Waz Heer" (His spelling was horrible.) Groaning I file an incident report and go to talk to the director. The Director calls him in and informs him that he's just lost ALL his privileges including his upcoming visit home.
What he said wasn't epic, but it was a bit classic. Turning to the director he spits out
"He jus doin dat cause he don't like me! I didn't write anything, and if I did how could you prooves it? It's my word against his."
Turning to Rabbit, I sighed and just asked him one question.
"Rabbit" I said levelly. "If I were going to frame you, don't you think I'd have written something more than "Rabbit was here?"
He looks a bit nervous and then comes back with:
"Well how you know I wrote it? Maybe someone else did."
Which was responded with my crossing my arms and grinning.
"That's possible. I mean, it wasn't there when I left to get you, and while I didn't stop to pick anyone up, and you didn't bring anyone in the van with you, it'd be highly unlikely. But you're right Rabbit. It's possible. Though...if that's the case, why was it in your hand writing?"
He quit arguing.
Unfortunately, I found that after I left that place, Rabbit went on to make another mistake. This one involved him doing something very stupid and ending up a resident of one of our lovely prisons. Someone had failed to tell him, in my state you can be tried as an adult at seventeen.
I had a bit of an asthma attack laughing at this memory, it cropped up when reading another post about a really sorry customer. This one took place back when I worked as a DI for a youth offender home. To be honest I was more of a glorified Child Care worker, but eh. I liked it for the hours.
I'll use the kids nicknames since it's likely you'll ever know them, or will have known them.
One day, I come into my shift in the evening planning on working with a few of the boys on some of their PT. Since it was volunteer only, I had a handful of guys who liked working out and such. While I'm there, I'm asked to go grab the van and pick up Rabbit. Rabbit was in serving a stint for vandalism and possession, and since he was part of the program; he got to go to a mostly normal school during the day. Delegating the PT off to another boy, I grabbed the van and went to get Rabbit.
(Side note: Imagine if you will, in place of the usual adult in jeans and a polo shirt (as was the uniform) you have a guy in black combat boots, BDU's and a black button down short sleeve shirt, complete with smokey the bear type hat arrive to pick you up. That's what it looked like and needless to say Rabbit wasn't pleased.)
The ride back to the "home" wasn't that bad, Rabbit kept to himself, but I noticed he was fidgeting quite a bit more than usual. So, we get back, he checks in and I head to get my papers from the van. That's when I notice the reason Rabbit had been fidgeting. Not only had he used his pen to write on the upholstery of the van, but he'd written quote "Rabit Waz Heer" (His spelling was horrible.) Groaning I file an incident report and go to talk to the director. The Director calls him in and informs him that he's just lost ALL his privileges including his upcoming visit home.
What he said wasn't epic, but it was a bit classic. Turning to the director he spits out
"He jus doin dat cause he don't like me! I didn't write anything, and if I did how could you prooves it? It's my word against his."
Turning to Rabbit, I sighed and just asked him one question.
"Rabbit" I said levelly. "If I were going to frame you, don't you think I'd have written something more than "Rabbit was here?"
He looks a bit nervous and then comes back with:
"Well how you know I wrote it? Maybe someone else did."
Which was responded with my crossing my arms and grinning.
"That's possible. I mean, it wasn't there when I left to get you, and while I didn't stop to pick anyone up, and you didn't bring anyone in the van with you, it'd be highly unlikely. But you're right Rabbit. It's possible. Though...if that's the case, why was it in your hand writing?"
He quit arguing.
Unfortunately, I found that after I left that place, Rabbit went on to make another mistake. This one involved him doing something very stupid and ending up a resident of one of our lovely prisons. Someone had failed to tell him, in my state you can be tried as an adult at seventeen.
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