Alone on the Yard: Instant Messaging

The Psych: I can walk the prison yard alone, now
Mr. Bill: Wow...
The Psych: I was walking out the other evening during count, when the guys are restricted to bunks
The Psych: and somebody yelled, "yo bitch" out the window, followed by a more up to date "hubba hubba" kind of comment.
The Psych: so I stopped and stared at the window/bunk it was coming from, and it stopped and that was that
The Psych: I figured if it happened the next day, I would turn around and ask the officer if that were necessary. But apparently the stare worked
Mr. Bill: And you do have the authoritative glare...
The Psych: well, I had sunglasses on, and I didn't slink, which I think was expected, and I know exactly which bunk it was
The Psych: and apparently there is a rule about "unsolicited communication"
Mr. Bill: No slinking allowed.... ever.
The Psych: absofuckinglutely