I was in the bottle room today, emptying one of the machines, when I got a whiff of something nasty. Thought that somebody just cut one, but the customer who was redeeming some cans at the time pointed me towards the little canvas rack where people can deposit empty cardboard boxes they bring cans in...and I found a lovely smear of runny diarrhea in there.
Refusing to deal with it (even if I was technically the porter today), I informed my manager, who thankfully took the rack away to throw it in the dumpster. Later, when I went into the restroom to take a pee and wash up, I found one of the stalls filled with half-flushed puke, some scattered across the bowl.
Thankfully, there wasn't a huge amount, and I was able to deal with it with some wadded-up toilet tissue before (PROPERLY) flushing the rest away. Finally, just as I washed my hands and was using the hand dryer, the guy in the other stall comes out...and turns out to be the bottle room guy who clued me into the shit in the corner. He washed his hands, looked around for some paper towels (we don't have any...in the men's room, at least), then, because I was using the hand dryer, went back into his stall, grabbed some T.P., and proceeded to dry his hands on it...and then WIPE HIS FACE with the wad before tossing it in the trash and walking out.
Enjoy the E. Coli facial, sir...!




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