Something you don't see everyday? Well, this reminds me of an incident that happened a couple of years ago at the prison where I work. I posted about it in another forum at the time, so with a quick copy-and-paste, voila!
We have an experimental unit on our compound, with close to 100 inmates who are permanently on psychotropic medication of one sort or another (sometimes several sorts at once). This is a pilot program to see whether such inmates, instead of being housed in (very costly - per inmate) medical prisons, can be stabilized on a drug "cocktail" and then kept in general population at a high-security institution like ours. It's tended to work well (even the most violent and anti-social of our hard cases tend to steer clear of "the crazies", because their reactions are somewhat unpredictable when threatened ), but now and again, one or two of them decide that they're really fine, thank you, and they don't need to take their medication anymore. We try to enforce their medication by observing them swallowing it, but their ingenuity at disguising their actions means that now and again, they can fool the medical staff.
We have one such inmate who's getting progressively worse. A couple of weeks ago, he was on suicide watch down in Special Housing Unit after trying to slash his wrists with a razor blade. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on one's point of view) he didn't remove the razor blade from the plastic razor head first, so he managed to inflict only superficial injuries on himself. After a few days being kept naked, with only a paper disposable sheet, in VERY cool air-conditioning, he was markedly better behaved, and was released back to the compound after a booster shot of his medications.
Well, Charlie decided a day or two ago that since he was feeling so much better, he could stop taking his meds again. Things really hit the fan this morning, when he was walking out of his unit, humming and "jiving" to himself, with his eyes strangely unfocused. A passing CO recognized the signs, and called a psychologist to check on him. Unfortunately, the psychologist who responded was our most attractive female headshrinker, and Charlie decided that the fact that she was confronting him on the compound, in full view of other inmates, meant that she was REALLY turned on by him. He proceeded to try to hug her. She backpedalled frantically and hit her body alarm.
Next thing you know, Charlie has stripped off his clothes (all of them) and is running frantically around the yard, pursued by half-a-dozen compound officers, and screaming vague imprecations about how he's a "sex god" and "all the women want me". (The latter is open to debate...) Charlie happens to be a very well-built man indeed (obviously did a lot of weight work before being incarcerated), and is very fit, so he was able to keep ahead of the panting, puffing pursuers and do several circuits of the yard, to the applause and ribald comments of other inmates, who piled out of their housing units to enjoy the show. As Charlie is also exceptionally well hung, a number of female staff also lined the windows of the corridor overlooking the compound. Their comments about Charlie's equipment are unfortunately not of the variety that I can reproduce in a high-toned, respectable forum like this, but they were clinically eye-opening and anatomically specific, to say the least...
Eventually, Charlie decides that he really has to be close to his psychologist lady-love, and cuts across the compound towards her. This proves to be his undoing, as the posse "cuts the corner" on him and piles on, six deep. After a few minutes of thrashing, heaving bodies, along with excited and pleased cries from Charlie (who may have thought that this was the fulfilment of his wildest desires), he's escorted off to solitary confinement, naked as a jaybird, sporting a vaunting erection, and cooing gently to himself. The lady psychologist returns to her office (next to mine) looking a bit glassy-eyed, and is not very polite when the rest of us offer various suggestions as to how she should have responded to her not-so-secret admirer's advances.
Funny, the rest of the day seemed a bit anti-climactic...
Cutting to the choice- this part of Texas is home to a remarkably large population of both the turkey vulture and the black vulture. Both species prefer the security of high places, as they are large and ungainly birds when feeding on the ground- they're carrion eaters. Many days during lunch, while enjoying the amenities of the fine dining at the O club, the diners were joined by the local avian population who would bring in a 'to-go lunch' to enjoy the view the patrons insde invariably and unhappliy shared with them.
Ah. You sure those windows weren't just mirrors? Officers, vultures. Very similiar species, you know.