Years ago I was working in a boys juvinile detention center (for lack of the proper name). We were working in the areas where the residents were allowed to be. While working in the suspended ceiling I came across a pair of handcuffs, after picking them up I looked down from the ladder to see a resident looking up at me with a big smile on his face. I put the cuffs back where I found them and replaced the ceiling tile, and moved on. Wonder what the boys had in mind...
Rick
