Believe me, for a girl, the drunk tank is the best place for a girl. I know. I worked the tanks for a year, and the guys would get the living fuck beaten out of them for attempting to put a foot on the deck to stop the spins.
I still have the word "DIE" marked out in surgical tape (20 years later) by a drunk girl who tried to kill herself by jumping out a first storey window. She succeeded in spraining an ankle. She wandered around the tank unimpeeded all night. Plus, she was hot.
My favorite thing, well maybe not "favorite" but most memorable thing was when I'd clock in at a quarer to midnight and have all the guys clocking out tell me that "there are a couple of chicks who have been screaming your name all night down in the ER" They always got very special treatment.
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Date: 2010-06-08 03:23 pm (UTC)I still have the word "DIE" marked out in surgical tape (20 years later) by a drunk girl who tried to kill herself by jumping out a first storey window. She succeeded in spraining an ankle. She wandered around the tank unimpeeded all night. Plus, she was hot.
My favorite thing, well maybe not "favorite" but most memorable thing was when I'd clock in at a quarer to midnight and have all the guys clocking out tell me that "there are a couple of chicks who have been screaming your name all night down in the ER" They always got very special treatment.