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It was an uneventful monday that alas, could not last.
I got a call from the cleaning supervisor to meet him at the lady's restroom. Usually, that can only mean one thing!
I met him there and he explained that he'd just cleaned-up a trail of poop all the way down the hallway that leads to the restrooms. The men's room was clean, so he needed to check the lady's room. I open the door and walked-in.
*Squish*
"AW DAMNIT! I FOUND WHERE THE TRAIL WENT!"
And I hear a lady's voice respond "Oh, I had an accident! (giggle)"
So I tip-toe around the corner and see one occupied stall with naked feet standing and toilet paper all over the place.
I stand-guard for a few minutes and out comes a little old lady with a suspicious tp wrapped bundle. Cleaning asked her if there was much of a mess in there. She said "Oh my, no." And toddles away.
And then the SMELL hit! Drifting through the hallway in a deadly miasma! Not only following Little Granny Poop-Poop, but wafting from the restroom.
I held my breath and went back in.
It was on the stall wall! Around the toilet bowl! On the floor! I did a funky chicken dance of panic and, I am ashamed to admit, left the Cleaner there with a look of pure shock on his face. A stream of cuss words at the mess followed me into the hallway as I called back "I'll watch the door!"
And, sadly, this happens about once a month or more; but this was one of the worst! The smell may haunt me to my grave!
I got a call from the cleaning supervisor to meet him at the lady's restroom. Usually, that can only mean one thing!
I met him there and he explained that he'd just cleaned-up a trail of poop all the way down the hallway that leads to the restrooms. The men's room was clean, so he needed to check the lady's room. I open the door and walked-in.
*Squish*
"AW DAMNIT! I FOUND WHERE THE TRAIL WENT!"
And I hear a lady's voice respond "Oh, I had an accident! (giggle)"
So I tip-toe around the corner and see one occupied stall with naked feet standing and toilet paper all over the place.
I stand-guard for a few minutes and out comes a little old lady with a suspicious tp wrapped bundle. Cleaning asked her if there was much of a mess in there. She said "Oh my, no." And toddles away.
And then the SMELL hit! Drifting through the hallway in a deadly miasma! Not only following Little Granny Poop-Poop, but wafting from the restroom.
I held my breath and went back in.
It was on the stall wall! Around the toilet bowl! On the floor! I did a funky chicken dance of panic and, I am ashamed to admit, left the Cleaner there with a look of pure shock on his face. A stream of cuss words at the mess followed me into the hallway as I called back "I'll watch the door!"
And, sadly, this happens about once a month or more; but this was one of the worst! The smell may haunt me to my grave!
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