An inmate is running along the prison sidewalk on a humid August morning. Suddenly, he's stopped by a correctional officer who was hiding behind a wall. Cursing up a storm, the inmate pulls up in his tracks. "What's the hurry?" the guard asks smuggly. "I've got a work-emergency," the inmate replies. "I'm in a big hurry." "Oh, yeah?" the correctional officer sneers. "What exactly do you do?" "I'm a turd-piler," the inmate explains. "A turd-piler?" the guard questions suspiciously. "What the hell is that?" "Well," explains the prisoner. "I have to take a pile of turds and build them up a foot a day, putting them into a larger pile until I have the heap six feet tall." "What the hell do you do with a six foot pile of shit?" the guard demands. "Well, usually, they give them a uniform and a job at the Department of Corrections."