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One of my students told me this story at dinner when we were at clinic tonight.
My student, we'll call her Bess, works part time as a waitress at a local restaurant and was telling us some Sucky Customer type stories about her job.
One she related to us had to do with the closing routine at her restaurant. The wait staff would draw numbers to perform certain tasks related to closing. The night in question she drew the bathrooms.
Usually all that entailed was wiping things down, cleaning up loose bits of paper towels, etc. This night, she walked into the men's room shortly before closing, and heard a groan coming from one of the stalls.
Bess backs out of the men's room. A few minutes later, a man walks out, and walks straight out of the restaurant, ignoring his wife who was still seated at their table. Wife gets up, pays, and leaves. Another waitress begins to wipe the table and seats, when she pulls back her rag and goes, "what's this???"
This . . . was stool. Stool that apparently had leaked through the man's pants.
With trepidation, Bess went back to check on the men's room to be met with a stench most foul. One by one she checked the stalls until she came to the one the man had been using.
The best word I can think of to describe what she saw was "explosion." Shit all over the walls. Shit all over the floor. Shit all over the commode.
Bess goes to report to her manager. She's not about to clean that kind of mess up in a men's room.
His response to her?
"Of course you can clean it up. After all, you're a nurse!"
I told Bess my response to that would have been, "when you pay me $18/hour, then I'll clean up poop in your bathroom."
My student, we'll call her Bess, works part time as a waitress at a local restaurant and was telling us some Sucky Customer type stories about her job.
One she related to us had to do with the closing routine at her restaurant. The wait staff would draw numbers to perform certain tasks related to closing. The night in question she drew the bathrooms.
Usually all that entailed was wiping things down, cleaning up loose bits of paper towels, etc. This night, she walked into the men's room shortly before closing, and heard a groan coming from one of the stalls.
Bess backs out of the men's room. A few minutes later, a man walks out, and walks straight out of the restaurant, ignoring his wife who was still seated at their table. Wife gets up, pays, and leaves. Another waitress begins to wipe the table and seats, when she pulls back her rag and goes, "what's this???"
This . . . was stool. Stool that apparently had leaked through the man's pants.
With trepidation, Bess went back to check on the men's room to be met with a stench most foul. One by one she checked the stalls until she came to the one the man had been using.
The best word I can think of to describe what she saw was "explosion." Shit all over the walls. Shit all over the floor. Shit all over the commode.
Bess goes to report to her manager. She's not about to clean that kind of mess up in a men's room.
His response to her?
"Of course you can clean it up. After all, you're a nurse!"
I told Bess my response to that would have been, "when you pay me $18/hour, then I'll clean up poop in your bathroom."
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