What is a crazy story about prison life you can share that is totally true?

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Mudassir Ali 10 months 1 Answer 161 views

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  1. After six years on a medium yard, I was transferred to a fire camp where I was trained as a wildland firefighter. Pretty much overnight, I went from not being trusted with a full sized toothbrush to being issued a chainsaw. During fire season, we cut fire breaks to head off fires, but in the off season we did everything from stringing miles of barbed wire fences to building playground equipment. We were also the ones who would do the cleanup and cargo transfers after truck rollovers, big rigs hauling forty foot containers. They happen more often than you would think. One night we were called out to a rollover. The truck had been hauling over a thousand, twenty pound boxes containing iced down crab legs. It was on its way to Las Vegas. A woman from the health department was there inspecting boxes and telling us which ones were okay to load onto the replacement truck and which to put in a pile to be taken to the dump. Perfectly good boxes of lobster, with the slightest dent or scratch were being rejected. After working many hours we finally loaded the rejected boxes onto a trailer. The plan was we’d head back to camp to get some sleep then haul the boxes to the dump in the morning. The crew trucks and trailers were parked just outside camp with only a six foot fence between us. That night, a couple guys jumped the fence and handed at least fifty of the boxes over to several of us waiting on the other side. The boxes were distributed evenly among the entire population, about 200 of us, including the two night guards, and the great crab leg feast ensued. The next morning we took the remaining boxes, at least 200 of them, to the dump. The forester in charge (who had also taken a few boxes home) took photos of the boxes we left at the dump, which turned out to be a good idea. Somehow certain prison officials caught wind of our caper and there was an investigation. They interviewed the forester, me, and the 11 other guys on my crew. They also interviewed the two guards on duty that night, and everyone stuck to the story. No one was fired or sent to the hole. Later that year, while out on a fire, we were exchanging stories with some guys from another camp. They were bragging about a truck rollover they had cleaned up. The truck had been hauling pickles. They had a pickle party.

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