There was a shakedown in the kitchen workers living area. It was the second one within a month. The deputies patted everyone down before we exited the area to go to work. After we returned from work, what awaited us in the cells was a manmade tornado scene. Our sleeping mattresses were on the floor, paper and books were scattered everywhere, and blankets and sheets were torn from neatly made beds. Even though I was used to the tornado scenes in prison, it's still beyond my comprehension why the deputies enjoy their artistic specialty so much. I wonder whether all the guards and jailers in uniformas went to the same school. If so, they all have selective memories because it's a violation for them to create manmade tornadoes.
It must be the uniform.