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When he was about seven my brother had his hat snatched off by a couple older boys at the school bus stop. They were playing keep away with it but after a couple back and forths, brother leaped at the the larger of the two and was literally hanging from his neck, abusing him with the other arm, and hollering, “Gimme my hat back! Gimme my hat back!”
“I don’t have it!”
“I don’t care!” He quickly had his hat restored.
When we were telling mom about it after school since I was the older brother, she chided me for not help my little brother. A friend who’d been there defended me. “He didn’t need any help.” In truth, I was too busy laughing my ass off.
As nobody seems to have noted, ain’t nobody “losing” their damn hats. Either they are being stolen, or sold, or given away to the object of their affection.
In reality, I had already done something for that prisoner. I’m the guy who started the lock sale policy. Prisoner cubes came with a locker. A prisoner could put all of his valuables inside the locker and lock it shut to prevent other people from stealing it.
A problem was that prisoner money accounts didn’t always follow a prisoner in a timely fashion. We might transfer a prisoner and he wouldn’t have access to his money for a week. Plus prisoners were on a schedule for going to the commissary so they couldn’t buy a lock whenever they wanted.
I set up a policy that allowed incoming prisoners to buy a lock on credit. The draft officer kept a supply of locks and when the prisoner arrived he could buy one and then we would take the money out of his account when the paperwork got straightened out. This allowed the prisoner to unpack his stuff when he arrived at his cube and immediately lock it up.
So if this guy’s radio got stolen, it’s because he chose to leave it out in the open. Anyone who leaves something valuable sitting out in the open in a room full of criminals when he isn’t there to watch it shouldn’t be surprised when it gets stolen.
I wasn’t going to lock down the entire unit and search it for the stolen radio. Especially when I knew it almost certainly was no longer on the unit. When you steal something like that, you sell it to a prisoner on another unit so the original victim doesn’t see you using it.
Of course, but the parents only know that their kid, without a larcenous bone in his body, doesn’t have his precious hat to set him apart from the masses, and they’ve heard there is an epidemic of stolen hats at the school. Probably Mexicans in MS-13. Junior pawns his old hat for drug money and the game starts over.
