When I first went to work at "Unit 29" it housed max security juvenile offenders that could not be handled by any other institution. My job assignment was Dorm 3 Supervisor. Every night at 10:00pm all the juveniles have to be in bed and the lights are turned down to a night light level. At this time two boys are selected to sweep and mop the living area while all others are in bed. This cleanup detail had proceeded normally until only about the last 25 feet of the dorm was left to be mopped. The youth doing the mopping pushed his bucket an wringer out of the dorm into the hallway, rinsed and wrung out the mop, intending to return to where he left off and finish mopping the last few feet of the dorm.

During the time that the mopper was taking the bucket to the hallway a youth approached me and asked me a question. We were standing face to face about ten feet inside the door. The youth with the mop stepped up to where we were talking and said "excuse me" and stepped between us. Just as he stepped between us water started to flow from the mop in rushing torrent. It soaked my shoes and wet the socks of the youth I was talking too. The guy with the mop just stood and stared. From the location of the bucket in the hallway to where we were standing was about 10-12 feet. There was not a drop of water on the floor between us and the bucket but the area where we were standing was flooded! The youth with the mop had to wring out the mop several times before all the water was cleared up.

jboyd