Waiting and waiting and waiting some more. They say no news is good news but limbo is not a fun place to live either. This week everything was normal except on my way up the girl next to me was told even though her shirt had sleeves she would not be allowed in because it has a small circle cut out in the back. I asked if I could give her my jacket to cover the hole and she could go up. The male officer said sure and I was taking off my jacket the female officer said “you can give it to her but she still cant go up” Logic ( I use the word here loosely) being that she might take the jacket off and expose a small circular piece of skin on her upper back, perhaps with a piece of protruding spine bone thrown in for ultra sexy measure. PLEASE! That was highly unfortunate and then once upstairs it was like a ghost town. I handed my slip to the female Oz on duty and waited. She told me to go to number 5 and I was turning to walk away another lady came behind me without a paper and the female Oz in a loud and not nice voice said ” I told you, you already visited this week, you can’t come again.” I hung back to see if they needed help translating since the female Oz seemed to think her point was better made by raising her voice and obviously there had been some misunderstanding between the two previously and for my trying to help I got yelled at by the Oz ( I call them Oz, as in the Wizard of Oz, if you have seen it you will know the great and scary and powerful wizard was all smoke and mirrors covering for and inferiority complex- seems fitting, plus their “tower” is some weird psycho way to make them “above” the people they should actually be serving- we pay their salaries, tax dollars you know – dont get me started – anyway) I think maybe she was taking a Q from the Arizona Immigration law, either a) she feels inferior because she cant speak spanish, b) similar to “A” she feels people in the U.S. should all speak English or suffer the consequences or c) she was just a total B#$%^, I guess there is always d) she was just having a bad day and deep down is really a lovely person. Any way I don’t appreciate being treated like that, perhaps I should have asked for her name and badge number and to speak to a supervisor – oh the regrets of woulda, shoulda, coulda- anyway – I told the lady in Spanish the great Oz said only one visit per week and she said I know but he is my husband and then she left – I should have perhaps tried to qualify if her husband has other visitors because there is another rule that if you only have one name on your list that one visitor may come twice a week. Any way I digress. The visit with Ben was good. We talked about stories from his past and how he should write a book. And our visit was over rather quickly. He joked I pissed off the great Oz. Perhaps. It is a little strange that we were all kicked out at 10 to 9. Just another example of discretionary power in Dallas County jail.