June 20, 2007
At the hospital, a man wearing an orange jumpsuit waits for the elevator along with everyone else. His hands and feet are manacled, connected with a waist chain. He is accompanied by two policemen wearing bulletproof vests, guns at their hips. I think, “Well, there’s someone who’s having a worse day than I am.” I am surprised that the threesome take the elevator along with the rest of us; I thought the policemen would ask us to wait for another elevator, but they don’t. They press 15. I look at the floors listed; 15 is the only one that’s blank.