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Post by Sasquatch on Sept 28, 2023 2:11:56 GMT -5
As some of you know I recently took the job of DOC supervisor at Clifty Falls.( I'll be the guy shuttling inmates around to help out.} I have had to attend mandatory training inside Madison Correctional Facility, a women's prison housing around 700 level 1 and 2 female offenders. On day one a surprise audit evicted us from the training room, so to occupy us we were given a tour--dorms, library, bathrooms, etc. ( Interestingly the prison has a dog program and I was surprised to see a woman between sessions that had a room with six or seven sleeping puppies in it ). Day two was Use of Force training; the legal mumbo-jumbo and learning some strikes and holds. At one point we were learning how to fall- chin tucked, arms out. One poor lady went down and as her legs went up a loud fart echoed through the training room. Awkward. When I finally escaped ( pun intended ) I was getting in the truck when I heard a loud thumping a few cars over. While driving past I saw a nice gobbler attacking his reflection in the door of another car. I got a little video but unfortunately missed most of the pecking. I finished the day out learning how to check the inn pool's Chlorine and PH, and then rode around helping a guy cut stumps down to 18" so the DNR's designated stump man can get his machine on them. Also saw a brand new Gator, faster and a lot quieter than our older model. It also has wipers and a nanny feature that precludes speeds over ten MPH unless you are buckled. All in all, a good day.
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Post by huntsemall on Sept 28, 2023 4:19:08 GMT -5
Never a dull moment!
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Post by Ahawkeye on Sept 28, 2023 20:26:27 GMT -5
Man it seems I've got a story for almost every situation! This time I have 2!
When I was a wee lad I wasn't the greatest wrestler known to man. I think I cared more about popcorn and candy than I did winning wrestling matches, fast-forward to 5th grade and I started to understand the sport a little bit more. I was in a close match with a guy that had mopped the mat with me a few years before. He had me in a move I couldn't get out of and kind of threw me to the mat. On my way down... You guessed it! Plplplplttt a loud one too! The guy refereeing the match was a legendary coach at Mater Dei. I lost that match it was quite the "squeaker"! After the match Coach Helfrich (the ref) asked me if I felt better ha ha ha I was a bit embarrassed but it turned out to be an inside joke between me and that coach.
Second story: An older lady at work had just started and was learning the ropes. She was asking me a few questions and I was showing her around, I said what was your name again? She said "Susan" (not her real name) as she finished BAM! the loudest fart you could try to make without messing yourself. I held my composure and said ok "Susan" it is.
Life is funny sometimes it's good when you can laugh at yourself!
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