Carl went in and began his search for signs of mouse problems — he’d been working in pest control for nine years, so he knew very well where to look. He made notes on his clipboard.
There were sixteen uniformed officers out on the beat, each with desks, a couple desk-jockeys with unclear roles, four supervisors with their own offices, two deputies and the sheriff, also with their own offices, an evidence room, an IT room filled with computer equipment and mouse turds, a break room (with cockroach oothecae under the sink, in addition to mice), and two jail areas, one for men and one for women and children. There were no people in either jail when Carl went in. The one for women and children looked dusty and disused (disused by people — the mice had had a field day with a roll of toilet paper in one cell).
No men were in the men’s jail, but one of the cell was clearly in use. The door was open; the bed was neatly made with near-military precision, and the sink was stocked with a toothbrush and toothpaste. There was a washer-dryer too, not in the cell, but in the jail. A basket of clean clothes lay next to it — Carl was disappointed there was no used underwear, only clean — including a denim shirt and jeans.
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MN Manmacker's mansploitation