I had a long day at work, and I was glad to be leaving. Two correctional officers were talking to each other as I walked into the Gate House from the sallyport. I handed my employee ID to the female correctional officer and she glanced at it to make sure that the ID was valid and that I wasn’t an inmate trying to escape. She gave a perfunctory nod and resumed her conversation with the male correctional officer. “She’d just gotten a breast augmentation and came in to work without a bra.”

If I weren’t already headed out the door, I would have lingered to hear the rest of that story.