So, I'm at work. I'm already cranky, tired, and sore because I moved another 3000 lbs of books today, bringing total to about 14000 lbs of books moved by myself in about 3 days. Ow.
I'm on my way to the bathroom, yank on the door...and it's locked.
This door is not supposed to be locked. At ALL. So, I go grab the key, and unlock it.
I walk in all fired up to tell whoever decided this was their personal restroom how very wrong they were, and the doors do NOT get locked by customers - only, SM is already in the bathroom. I'm confused at this point. There is a woman there, with a toddler, a little boy. SM is staring at her, with this look of baffled disgust. The woman shrugs, mutters the word sorry, and tugs on her little boy's arm, dragging him out. I turn to look at SM, ask what in the hell is going on when I see it.
Turds. on the FLOOR.
SM was amazed, but the wrong kind of amazed. See, despite having 2 working toilets in 2 stalls - neither of which were in use - Wondermom let her little boy drop trow, and simply squat on the floor to do his business. SM had wandered in and could only stop and stare. Mom stared back for a while, until I came in, at which point she decided that too many people were watching Little Precious poo. So, up went the pullups, and out the door they went.
SM looked at me. I whimpered. We both gloved up and started scraping little turdlets off the floor. SM goes to flush them...and discovers that someone has already made a mess of the toilet in one stall. And this looks to be adult sized.
Oh, fantastic!!
*gags*
I just--no, seriously--what is wrong with people?!?! Why are you letting your child drop his pullups and squat on the floor! He isn't a puppy!! Hell, even puppies aren't allowed to do that!! I just---and he---and then...GAAAAAH!!!!
Lysol! Who's got the Lysol!?!?!
*flees to take a shower - feeling kind of unclean*
I'm on my way to the bathroom, yank on the door...and it's locked.
This door is not supposed to be locked. At ALL. So, I go grab the key, and unlock it.
I walk in all fired up to tell whoever decided this was their personal restroom how very wrong they were, and the doors do NOT get locked by customers - only, SM is already in the bathroom. I'm confused at this point. There is a woman there, with a toddler, a little boy. SM is staring at her, with this look of baffled disgust. The woman shrugs, mutters the word sorry, and tugs on her little boy's arm, dragging him out. I turn to look at SM, ask what in the hell is going on when I see it.
Turds. on the FLOOR.
SM was amazed, but the wrong kind of amazed. See, despite having 2 working toilets in 2 stalls - neither of which were in use - Wondermom let her little boy drop trow, and simply squat on the floor to do his business. SM had wandered in and could only stop and stare. Mom stared back for a while, until I came in, at which point she decided that too many people were watching Little Precious poo. So, up went the pullups, and out the door they went.
SM looked at me. I whimpered. We both gloved up and started scraping little turdlets off the floor. SM goes to flush them...and discovers that someone has already made a mess of the toilet in one stall. And this looks to be adult sized.
Oh, fantastic!!
*gags*
I just--no, seriously--what is wrong with people?!?! Why are you letting your child drop his pullups and squat on the floor! He isn't a puppy!! Hell, even puppies aren't allowed to do that!! I just---and he---and then...GAAAAAH!!!!
Lysol! Who's got the Lysol!?!?!
*flees to take a shower - feeling kind of unclean*


despite there being a public toilet less than 100mtr away.

-a-thon of the day!



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