Originally Posted by odoreater
Here's a funny story about the first time I visited a client in jail. I go through the metal detector at security and then head into the pods to meet with my client. I sit with my client and we start talking about the case. At the end of the interview, I reach into my inside breast pocket to take a business card out of my wallet to give to the client and I realize that my wallet is missing. So, I tell my client I have to go and start rushing to get back to the front desk - problem is, it takes forever to get anywhere in jail (you go out one door, then you have to wait for the door to close behind you before the next door can open, and so on through a million doors). I get to the security desk and the guard is sitting there holding my wallet. I left the fucking thing in the little bin that I put it in before walking through the metal detector - in JAIL!!!
lol I have a similar story in that it deals with the bins. I was going to court once and the guy infront of me was about 3-4 years older than I was. He proceeded to empty his pockets and everything was fine. He dropped his chain, wallet, pack of gum, and his pack of cigarettes into the bin. Well the guy obviously did not know, or he forgot, that they check the inside of your cigarettes packages. The officer that is responsible for waving you down if you beep opens the pack of smokes and finds a joint rolled up. The officer pulls the joint out, shows the guy and the guy immediately
. I just started laughing and went through for my turn. As I was leaving, it appeared as if the officer was arresting him.