Well last night I managed to get a cuff stuck on some child molester's hand. I was taking him to the hole for protection (evidently other prisoners don't tend to be big fans of such types, hmm)...one cuff came right off, the other's locking mechanism jammed up. Luckily aging old pedophiles tend to be timid and patient in the face of authority. He didn't complain a bit as numerous officers tried every trick in the book to get the remaining cuff off. We went at it with a half dozen cuff keys, paper clips, from every angle possible before we found a newer cuff key that worked on it. This was moments before someone brought back the big pair of bolt cutters. Chop chop. It was doubtful that those were going to work though (cuffs are crafted so as NOT to be cut by something as simple as bolt cutters) so there was talk of having to send this guy outside the facility somewhere (which would be a big headache because officers would be called in on overtime as escorts, there'd be paperwork, etc.).
Damn, the more I think about it, the more glad I am that we didn't have to resort to all of that.
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