I get sick just thinking about it.
Back in High School, I used to work at Carls JR. I worked from 7am to 11pm some days because I had this problem with saying NO when my manager asked me to work overtime. Bad idea.
At 10:30 we're supposed to close the dining room, clean and wipe it down and put all the chairs up, sweep, mop, clean the windows and check and disenfect the bathrooms so that it would be nice and clean for the next morning.
i've just finished cleaning the bathrooms and while mopping down the dining room, an older woman comes running up the the side door, and starts banging on it loudly. I tell her the dining room's closed and she insists she just needs to go to the bathroom real quick, I let her in and watch as she zooms right past me into the women's room and I go back to mopping. about 15 minutes later as I'm closing up the front registers, she comes up to me and tells me...
"I'm Sorry....I Missed"
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Afterwards she quickly runs out the door never to be seen again. I go up to my manager and tell him what she told me, tells me I should check out the damage.
I stare at the door for a good 2 minutes before I finally get the courage to walk in.
Now, I've been peppersprayed before and punched repeatedly in the face and nose and whatnot...Those things are far more pleasent than what I walked into in that fateful night at the Carls jr womens restroom.
Before the smell even hit my nose, my eyes were already watering, turning red and burning the back of my cornea's. and I haven't even opened the stall door yet, a couple more steps inside and the rancid stench was at my throat choking me and eating up all the pure precious oxygen that was in such short supply, My nose was burning up and every single nose hair in my nostrils withered and died. I tried using my work shirt to cover my face but it was pointless, I could literally taste it's odor, the very texture of the smell itself as if it were like some oily greasy gas. and then I opened the stall door...
Words cannot describe my confusion, disgust, revulsion that I felt in a matter of a second. How in the world the human body is capable of producing something so foul is beyond me, and how the human rectum can propel this... watery liquid diahrea across a room, behind the toilet, on the left and right sides, all over the silver hand rails for the handicapped, even on the toilet paper roll dispenser, the floor was covered up to 3 or 4 inches of pure crap and piss, It was still Oozing across the floor near the drainage in the middle of the bathroom...Everywhere, every inch was covered in shit...everywhere except inside the clean, and pristine toilet bowl itself....she truly did miss, like shaq at a freethrow it was a disaster...and it only got worse from there...
I.....had to stay an extra hour and half to clean it up...after throwing up in the trashcan a couple times, soon followed by the nightshift manager throwing up as well as the guy working the drive through all in the same trashcan...which triggered some sort of odd train reaction in the Illegals we had working in the back who also....puked like a pack of dominoes.
I wish I was making this up.
To this day I am truly astounded to the amount of shit, one women is capable of shooting out her ass at such a....projectile-like fashion.
ed up. It was really humid this day too, and you know how thinks are just even more foul when it's hot/humid out? Well, I saw people laughing and lookin at the wall and with disgust...and then I saw what the smell was.
