Turds in public?
What is it with turds at work? No, I'm not talking about customers - I mean real turds. Tonight I'm walking down an aisle and I see two brown spots at the end of the aisle. Unbelieving, I called over a coworker and asked what they were. She looked down the aisle in horror. No, this can't be, I thought to myself. They must be chocolate bars, or maybe a truffle of some sort. No, they weren't truffles, unless they were pooed by royalty. And I somehow doubt that.
Upon learning of this turdly tale, another coworker told me about a lady who used to come into a store he worked at, and would poo all about the store. Dear lord, what is wrong with people? I don't care to use public restrooms unless absolutely necessary. What would make someone want to poo in public?
On second thought, I don't want to know.
Upon learning of this turdly tale, another coworker told me about a lady who used to come into a store he worked at, and would poo all about the store. Dear lord, what is wrong with people? I don't care to use public restrooms unless absolutely necessary. What would make someone want to poo in public?
On second thought, I don't want to know.
Ick!
When I was a manager at McDonalds in college we found a trail of brown spots from the side door to the bathroom. In the bathroom is was kind of all over and there was also a pair of dirty pants.
Apparently someone couldn't wait for the bathroom, dripped the whole way there and then left their pants and ran back out to their car.
I wish we had surveillance cameras back then, I'd still be playing the video of him running into the store and then back out without any pants.