I was two years out of college, working as a Detention Officer at Madison Street Jail in downtown Phoenix. I was assigned to the juvenile unit, one of the most volatile units in the jail.
One particularly mouthy teen had been in the unit for only a week. He decided the best way to prove himself in front of the other juveniles was to try to provoke me. I tried not to take the bait.
Until I did.
I was gathering the juveniles from visitation when he refused to leave. He cursed me, mocked me, and then, once I uncuffed him from his visit, he ran,