It's not uncommon to have backed up toilets at our store as the thieves that steal, use our washrooms and flush evidence down and block our toilets.
But this time the toilets were clear and there was no direction as to where the stink was coming from.
Paul shows up at our counter for his weekly dis pill. Not the cleanest looking man but always very charming and complimenting the staff and smiling.
Weekly he asks for the key to the bathroom and sometimes he remembers to return it and sometimes he doesn't. Today is one of those days that he doesn't.
Luckily my boss keeps extra keys in the safe for those days because we use the same bathroom as the public does. I see Paul in the discount section and run up to him and ask him for the key. "Oh, I left it in the bathroom", he replies.
"Can you show me Paul?". We walk over to the bathroom and he veers off to the right. "Where are you going Paul?", I asked. "Over here, to the bathroom". He opens the broom closet door and what I saw next made me gasped in horror out loud. There on the floor was "Mount Paul". 3 feet of poop on the floor, surrounded by dust bunnies, and 4 missing keys on key rings.
Picture this. A tiny room with a broom and a couple of small boxes, no lights, no toilet, no paper, just a cement floor.
My God!
Paul left shrugging his shoulders. What the hell did he think? Did he really think this was our bathroom?
After the initial shock, I burst out laughing and called for the store manager.
I think I laughed my ass off all night long. This was just so 'out' there.
The next day, while working, I heard a squeaky noise going by the counter, looked up and there was the manager with his wheel barrow and shovel.
The laughter started again. And I will never forget this day I'm sure.
I now realised why the tech was getting all the foul smells. The air vents are connected and she would get first wind of it all!
Good Grief!
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