NaBloPoMo, xiv

I'm going to visit some clients in jail this afternoon. Usually this is a fun thing. I get out of the office and meet, um, interesting, people. Last time I did this though, I was invited into a cell with a madwoman. I'm not even kidding. She tried to attack the officer that was dealing with her restraints to get her to the visit. From what I gather there was some spitting and some kicking and some poking, well as much as one can kick or poke with her arms and legs cuffed. But you get the point. I respectfully declined the offer to be escorted into her her cell, citing the lack of privacy and potential breach of attorney-client confidentiality. I really wanted to site the what-are-you-friggen-nuts-I-don't-need-any-new-bruises-thanksalot thing, but took the high ground.