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Diarrhea massacre
The other day, my boss comes up to me, being the maintainence guy, and tells me there's some shit on one of the carpets that are in those "2 doors to get into the store" doors that all fast food joints have. Not much, just the size of a dime, but she tells me she's going to throw rug out instead of making me clean it. Well, I roll up the rug and take it out to the dumpster. (I'm kind of happy about getting rid of that rug, because it makes sweeping that section a little easier; don't have to fight the rug to get it swept up.)
Well, about 20 minutes later, one of the girls working comes up and tells me of a rancid smell coming from one of the restrooms. She said she checked the women's room and it was fine, but wanted me to check the men's room (because she doesn't want to go in there. Remind you, I'm maintainence for half the week, and clean BOTH restrooms first thing in the morning, so it's not like I haven't seen what THEIR restroom looks like, despite the potential gross out thing that I can find in there.)
So I walk into the men's room and am immediately bombarded by the smell, and sight, of shit everywhere. It was on the floor, on the exterior of the toilet, on the urinal, on the sink, on the FUCKING MIRROR! And when I saw that, I knew it was that little old man that my boss saw going out the door who left that dime sized piece of shit on the carpet who did this.
I spent the next 15 minutes cleaning the entire restroom for a second time that day. And I would seriously like to know how the hell he got it on the mirror.
Well, about 20 minutes later, one of the girls working comes up and tells me of a rancid smell coming from one of the restrooms. She said she checked the women's room and it was fine, but wanted me to check the men's room (because she doesn't want to go in there. Remind you, I'm maintainence for half the week, and clean BOTH restrooms first thing in the morning, so it's not like I haven't seen what THEIR restroom looks like, despite the potential gross out thing that I can find in there.)
So I walk into the men's room and am immediately bombarded by the smell, and sight, of shit everywhere. It was on the floor, on the exterior of the toilet, on the urinal, on the sink, on the FUCKING MIRROR! And when I saw that, I knew it was that little old man that my boss saw going out the door who left that dime sized piece of shit on the carpet who did this.
I spent the next 15 minutes cleaning the entire restroom for a second time that day. And I would seriously like to know how the hell he got it on the mirror.
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