Codes Lost

An inmate figured out the code to the doors. One of them escaped because he watched us punch in the six digit code. He made it to Burger King.

Management decided to change all the codes.

In my pocket I carried each door’s new code (It was against the rules but how could I remember?).

I lost the little piece of paper I kept in my pocket that held all the codes.

Oh shit.

I prayed it was in the laundry.

So far no one had escaped the unit.

Yes I will replace it.

I got a free pass from God. It wasn’t me.

The washing machine had clumped paper in it with the reminiscence of the codes.

The codes will live a better life elsewhere in the future.

There will be a time when we progress via technology and the codes are useful to a more primitive environment of security.