Recently at work it was my turn for my regular refresher self-defence training. I hope I never need it but it's good to be prepared.
In the middle of us all throwing each other about the gym I was suddenly struck by a funny thought. I was distracted at one point by thinking about a bereaved prisoner that I should go and see, and remembering how tearful he had been when I last saw him. That made me think that I should really get some more paper hankies as the box was empty. Neither of those were the funny thoughts (obviously).
What made me smile was the idea that I routinely need to buy paper hankies as one of the tools of my trade (along with teabags etc) and so the conclusion from that could be that perhaps I cause the guys to cry (by offering sympathy, love, prayers, etc) at a greater rate than anyone else in the prison. In other words, there I am, day by day, with some of the so-called "Scotland's Toughest" and I'm the one who brings on tears the most!
The day after I realised my handkerchief supply had run out, I was listening to another tearful prisoner. He was really crying and, to be blunt, his nose was producing a lot of output too. He badly needed a tissue but the only thing I had to give him was a (fresh) wiping up cloth like the one in the picture!