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So, where I work (big store, very red. You know the one.), it is my job to check the bathroom hourly. Men's and ladies, though my uniformly female supervisors are nice enough to take care of the women's bathroom most of the time as it can take forever to clear out and customers flat out ignore signs saying its closed and often kick me out. So the other week, one of my supervisors is handling the ladies room check and she calls me over. She asks me to get a mop and bucket ready because someone messed up the bathroom. Now, me being an experienced poop cleaner, assume she is overreacting. The bathroom is clear and the closet containing the cleaning supplies is right next to it so I put up the sign and head right in. I find the messy stall easy enough...
She wasn't over reacting. She was under reacting. There was human waste all over the back half of the seat, all over the back of the toilet, spattered on the little tampon trashcan, onto the wall, onto the floor, and even spilling over into the next stall a little on either side. Sweet Molly Hatchet, that's a lot of doodie. Mostly liquid with solid chunks, to make clean up even harder. Gathering a mop, bucket, hot water, a spray bottle (missing its spray top), the one rubber glove I could find (no matched sets, lots of right hands), a roll of paper towel, and enough hydrogen peroxide cleaning fluid to kill a small horse, I cleaned it up easily if disgustingly. Took a half an hour in total.
Now, near as I can figure someone ate something that violently disagreed with them. While running for the toilet, the dam burst before they made it completely down onto the bowl. It happens, I don't begrudge them that. They emptied the stall of toilet paper, so I can imagine how unpleasant an experience this musta been. But for the love of all things holy, PLEASE mention to us that you desecrated our toilet before you leave. I know attaching your face to a something that unholy, but come on. It is not a pleasant surprise for us to find. Nor is it a pleasant surprise for other guests to find. You wouldn't want to find that yourself. So just say "Hey, I had a little accident in your bathroom. You should probably send in a janitor." Don't just run away, like a poop scented ninja.
She wasn't over reacting. She was under reacting. There was human waste all over the back half of the seat, all over the back of the toilet, spattered on the little tampon trashcan, onto the wall, onto the floor, and even spilling over into the next stall a little on either side. Sweet Molly Hatchet, that's a lot of doodie. Mostly liquid with solid chunks, to make clean up even harder. Gathering a mop, bucket, hot water, a spray bottle (missing its spray top), the one rubber glove I could find (no matched sets, lots of right hands), a roll of paper towel, and enough hydrogen peroxide cleaning fluid to kill a small horse, I cleaned it up easily if disgustingly. Took a half an hour in total.
Now, near as I can figure someone ate something that violently disagreed with them. While running for the toilet, the dam burst before they made it completely down onto the bowl. It happens, I don't begrudge them that. They emptied the stall of toilet paper, so I can imagine how unpleasant an experience this musta been. But for the love of all things holy, PLEASE mention to us that you desecrated our toilet before you leave. I know attaching your face to a something that unholy, but come on. It is not a pleasant surprise for us to find. Nor is it a pleasant surprise for other guests to find. You wouldn't want to find that yourself. So just say "Hey, I had a little accident in your bathroom. You should probably send in a janitor." Don't just run away, like a poop scented ninja.
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