Today's Random Unforgettable Moments
My hospital sit finished early today when the doctors unexpectedly discharged the detainee back into our custody at the remand centre. My Senior Officer kindly gave my wrist a break and cuffed himself to our surprisingly chirpy charge, and he sat between us in the back seat of the unmarked escort car, merrily pointing out cars he liked on the freeway.
"Awww, check that out," our crim said on the Mt Henry Bridge, nudging my S.O's ribs and nodding out the window to my left at an exquisitely manicured black HSV.
"Are you looking at the car or the pilot?" I queried, noting the age-appropriate and equally well-appointed driver.
The detainee blushed and flashed me a cheeky smile.
My S.O. kicked the back of the driver seat. "Dude, speed up," he told our chauffeur.
I rolled my eyes. The detainee giggled. We drew abreast of the vehicle and the S.O. twitched his knee against Prince Charming's leg. "Go on, she's looking," he prompted.
He let the kid give her a good five seconds of his best nurse-winning smile. Then he yanked up their cuffed hands for her to see, pointed to them and solemnly shook his head.
I don't think so, he mouthed at her.
"Awwwww, SIR! You killed it!" the detainee shouted, outraged.
My S.O. slapped his thigh, cracked up. "Geez, I love doing that."
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And then back at the centre....
While discussing our early return with the Shift Manager, one of the smaller detainees approached.
"Sir," he said, pulling on the Shifty's pants and pointing to the bathroom door behind him, "open the toilet, sir?"
The Shifty tugged his keys out of his pocket, turned to face the kid with a sigh. "What's the magic word?" he asked sternly.
The boy gazed up at him for a moment, genuinely perplexed. "Toilet?" he ventured hopefully.
"Awww, check that out," our crim said on the Mt Henry Bridge, nudging my S.O's ribs and nodding out the window to my left at an exquisitely manicured black HSV.
"Are you looking at the car or the pilot?" I queried, noting the age-appropriate and equally well-appointed driver.
The detainee blushed and flashed me a cheeky smile.
My S.O. kicked the back of the driver seat. "Dude, speed up," he told our chauffeur.
I rolled my eyes. The detainee giggled. We drew abreast of the vehicle and the S.O. twitched his knee against Prince Charming's leg. "Go on, she's looking," he prompted.
He let the kid give her a good five seconds of his best nurse-winning smile. Then he yanked up their cuffed hands for her to see, pointed to them and solemnly shook his head.
I don't think so, he mouthed at her.
"Awwwww, SIR! You killed it!" the detainee shouted, outraged.
My S.O. slapped his thigh, cracked up. "Geez, I love doing that."
*********
And then back at the centre....
While discussing our early return with the Shift Manager, one of the smaller detainees approached.
"Sir," he said, pulling on the Shifty's pants and pointing to the bathroom door behind him, "open the toilet, sir?"
The Shifty tugged his keys out of his pocket, turned to face the kid with a sigh. "What's the magic word?" he asked sternly.
The boy gazed up at him for a moment, genuinely perplexed. "Toilet?" he ventured hopefully.