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Post by ouchy on Feb 2, 2007 2:15:28 GMT -5
DON'T READ THIS IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH!Okay, I have seen many gross things and have not gotten sick--even over a cadaver. This made me too queasy to even eat lunch! I usually go for a walk during my breaks at work. Today was no exception. Walking down the hall, approaching the exit doors, I noticed a pretty ripe odor. I ran in to one of the guys who works on the other side of the building. "Look out for the odor! It's pretty rank in there!" I warned him. He gave me a perplexed look but headed inside nonetheless. I continued my walk, and when my 10 min. were up, I headed back inside. THAT'S WHEN I REALIZED WHAT EXACTLY THE SMELL WAS...AND FROM WHERE IT WAS EMANATING! Never before had I seen something so utterly disgusting! On the wall beside the water fountain was another "fountain" of types--no better way to describe it. It appeared that someone lowered his pants, backed up to the wall, and sprayed a huge cow-pie consistency floom on to the wall! It was so thick that it just clung to the wall as it dripped down to the floor, where it was pooled in a thick cow-pie puddle. Nesting in the cow-pie puddle were two tiny squares of toilet paper. I just don't understand it!!!! This location is in the middle of the hallway, right by two double glass doors! Why in the world would someone do that? It is a very nice medical building in a very good area. I can see the possibility that an elderly person might have an accident--the doors to the bathrooms are locked, and one needs a key from the office he is visiting to gain bathroom entry--but that doesn't explain why the person wouldn't just crap himself and let his undies and pants catch it! Why drop the drawers and sh** on the wall? ? And then try to cover it up w/ 2 squares of toilet paper and not tell anyone? It was the first time I was ever too disgusted to eat my lunch. God bless the person tagged w/ cleaning THAT mess! I'll never be able to use that water fountain again knowing what was on the wall...just inches away!!!
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Post by cherry on Feb 2, 2007 5:43:20 GMT -5
I know that was disgusting but it has made me laugh so much! In my old workplace they were trying to puzzle out which weirdo had smeared poo all over the men's toilet walls twice and the women's once. There were handprints in it and everything! The worst thing is they had done it in the middle of the working day of our very busy office so how had they done it. And again, begs the question why?! We got the cleaners some wine chocolates and flowers for having to clean that up, it was horrible considering that it's not their job to clean up after nasty base little creatures who do that!
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Post by ouchy on Feb 2, 2007 9:41:20 GMT -5
Ewwww! That is disgusting, too! I guess I would have an easier time with it if the person who did this would have done it in the bathroom--not that it makes it better for whomever has to clean it up! This "crime" also happened during the mid-morning rush. One doctor from another office came to our office to ask for the building manager's office number. I told him that I had already left her a phone messages...the ONE time she didn't answer! Poor doctor! He had on his white lab coat; I wonder if he knew his face was so pale after seeing the mess that it was difficult to tell just where his lab coat stopped and where his skin began. lol. People were gagging in the hall all morning. I guess sometime between noon and 3:00 it finally got cleaned up. Back to your story, cherry, handprints? ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
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Post by akcheryl on Feb 2, 2007 10:46:02 GMT -5
This didn't happen to me (thankfully!), but my best friend used to work in an office where the only toilet was for employees. They had a client in one day who asked politely to use the restroom, so they said sure. The lady went in, came out a few minutes later acting completely normal, wished the ladies in the office a good day and left. A few minutes later they started smelling a horrible smell, so someone went to investigate... The woman had pooped on the middle of the floor! Why would a grown woman go into the bathroom and poop on the floor when there is a perfectly good, clean toilet a few feet away?!?!
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Post by camille on Feb 2, 2007 10:55:13 GMT -5
This thread has made my Friday. Ah, people are bizzare.... My boyfriend is an ironworker and works outside with a lot of other trades and they all share the same port-a-pottys. He came home one day and told me someone had smeared poo all over the wall of one of the s**ters, as he called it. That cracked me up, because you might think of a crazy person, or an elderly, ill person, or even a child, but a big burly construction worker??!!
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Post by ouchy on Feb 2, 2007 12:29:44 GMT -5
akcheryl---what the heck!!! What is wrong w/ people? ? It's disturbing!!! camille---wow! But you know, both of my grandparents were elderly--we took my grandfather's keys away when he was 98 so he couldn't drive--and neither of them ever "fingerpainted," smeared, or made a mess with feces if one of them should happened to have had an accident. That would have been revolting for either one of them! I can't imagine the people who do this nasty stuff!!!
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Post by ouchy on Feb 2, 2007 21:11:37 GMT -5
I just thought of a story I have to tell you guys when I get back from supper at a friend's house. You will never want to shop for pants again!!!!
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Post by ouchy on Feb 3, 2007 2:21:34 GMT -5
Okay. So here is what happened w/ a pair of jeans at a nice store! I decided to go shopping about 5 years ago. I hate shopping, so this was a big chore (Still is!). My goal was to buy at least 5 or 6 pairs of jeans to last me the next decade or so. Well, I found a pair of cK jeans, tried them on, and thought I had gotten scratched by that tag that gets stapled on to the fabric. I liked how they fit, and I made my purchase. Upon my arrival home, I just had to try on all of the clothes again. I remembered how the one pair of pants had scratched me, so I removed the cardboard tag and tried on the now-infamous pair of pants. I still got scratched! I decided to do some investigating. Upon closer examination under a bright light, I thought that some kid may have had fun hiding a Hershey's chocolate bar in the pants to see it melt. WRONGGGGGG! The sniff test revealed it to be SH**!!!!! Someone had either taken a crap in the jeans at the store, or some disgruntled sweatshop worker had wiped her ass with them, packaged them up, and shipped them out to the store! OOOOOOOOOOOOOH myyyyyyyyyyyyy gosh! I was SO horrified!!! I immediately took the pants off and scrubbed myself with Clorox! Not very healthy, but I was SO horrified and disgusted! Someone's dried sh** had scratched my leg and left a scratch mark!!! UGH! To this day when I try on a pair of pants, I always look for a bright light and examine the crotch! Maybe if the pants I purchased that day would have been a pastel pink instead of dark blue denim, I would have seen the crap! UGHGHGH! LOL. I guess I'm having a rant 5 years too late!
Note: I did call the store, which graciously replaced the jeans. They also assured me that a thorough inspection of all pant crotches would be carried out. LOL.
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Post by candice on Feb 3, 2007 8:06:09 GMT -5
I got a gross one for you guys too. When I was in highschool I had to use the girls room. I always avoided it. It was dirty and smelled of smoke and all the usual reasons for hating public bathrooms. Anyway. I open a door, close it behind me and take a seat. Right there on the back of the door is a handprint made in menstral fluid. A full, clot filled handprint. You can chalk a lot up to monthly moods. We all know that. But the pront, you can't blame that on PMS ladies. Someone who does these things needs help.
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Post by cherry on Feb 3, 2007 9:24:23 GMT -5
I have one story that makes me sick and angry as well cos this girl was a disgrace. A girl I'd gotten to know on a field trip ended up telling everyone (including the boys) that she was having an abortion when she got back cos she 'couldn't be arsed with a baby'. she smoked and drank heavily throughout the trip, much to the disgust of everyone who already disliked her. When we got back we all met up in the university bar, and on a trip back from the loo, i bumped into her in the hall, where she told me she had taken the tablets that enforce a miscarriage. I excused myself anyway and went back, and told one of my friends, in case she saw her on the way to the ladies. The trashy girl came back, looking normal and smoking and drinking (as you do, at noon when you've taken strong medication?) but my friend came back in tears and pulled me and our friend out to tell us, she had gone into the cubicle after trashy girl, to find a mess of blood and clots everywhere, and a tampon in the toilet. i mean there was blood everywhere, on the floor of the cubicle and all round the toilet bowl, as well as the seat. My friend thought one lump looked too familiar and ran out. We were all pretty disgusted but obviously couldn't tell the rest of the group so we left the bar and went to tell property management. Apparently the toilets were cordoned off the rest of the day. That girl was vile but we would never have thought she was capable of such a horrific thing. And to act so normal, as well as smoking and drinking whilst pregnant, whether she planned to keep it or not. I just ignored her after that, not even the courtesy of giving her a short sharp answer. And the loser dropped out of our course thank god. We should have reported her i guess but we couldn't say it was definitely her.
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Post by ouchy on Feb 3, 2007 14:44:09 GMT -5
My husband is pis*ed at me bc right as he was falling asleep last night, I really did laugh out loud over this thread---REALLY loudly!!!!! It scared him out of his sleep! He told me that paybacks are hell!
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Post by irishmuse on Feb 5, 2007 11:40:13 GMT -5
OH man.....what is WRONG with people?
Working with the public for many years, I have many "poop" stories.
I used to work at a Mickey Ds. My job at the closing shift was to clean the washroom. I went into the men's washroom, and lo and behold, sh*t EVERYWHERE. On the toilet, on the walls, on the floor....
I ran out, ready to throw up, and told the manager to do it. I was NOT cleaning that up.
Another time at MDs, the drains in the floors of the kitchen and drivethru backed up. There was raw sewage everywhere! LIttle pooplets were floating past me. Our owner did NOT close up! And with threat of firing, we were forced to help clean up.
I ended up with an infected toe (I had an ingrown toenail, and submergal into sewage caused it to get infected), so the hospital and I both called public health, and they said NOTHING HAPPENED, even though every house in the area had the same thing happen (it had something to do with construction workers hitting the sewer or something). The owner obviously had SOMEONE in their pocket.
Then I worked with a girl at a Dollarstore. She had gotten a job at a local "homeless shelter" (I put it in quotations because random people just go there to eat for free often) as a cleaner. Her first night, she went into the women's washroom to find the wall COATED THICKLY in poop. It was like someone had used a spatula or something and smoothed it evenly and thickly. And on the stall doors were maxi-pads DRIPPING with blood.
She walked out, and came back to work at the dollar store.
I don't understand people playing with feces. Perhaps there are more fecal-pervs than we think!
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Post by ouchy on Mar 24, 2007 9:27:03 GMT -5
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Post by cherry on Mar 24, 2007 13:01:54 GMT -5
Oh dear. Though some of the comments underneath are more shocking. What posessed him to do that there?! And why didn't somebody notice! xx
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Post by ouchy on Mar 24, 2007 13:04:57 GMT -5
LOL. Apparently, the security guy noticed!
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