#5 – I Dropped the Soap
Spoiler alert, I didn’t get sexually assaulted. I recall having an argument with someone, my brother I think, about how soap can never be dirty. I challenge anyone who believes that to use soap off the floor of a prison shower stall. It is a cardinal sin to even step in the showers without shower shoes on, for they are so vile.
Needless to say, I left it there for a scavenger to collect for recycling. Surely to be resold at cut rate prices. I suppose the age old addage applies here, “you get what you pay for”. I’ll spend the extra $0.36, thanks.
Despite being so gross I have to admit the showers aren’t so bad, unlike county jail where the only privacy you had was a 4′ divider on either side of you; and water that shut off after 60 seconds. Here in prison there are shower curtains for each individual stall, fully surrounded by walls, and you can shower for as long as you’d like whenever you want. Excluding count of course 4:00 PM, 9:30PM, 12AM, 3AM, and 6AM.
Keeping it short this time,