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Once walked into a portapotty at a festival where the previous occupant had piped a poo around the seat like they were icing a cake rather than into the bowl.
but it seems some people are purposefully leaving it by stacking the pot with loo roll and creating a nice chocolate castle on top, with no attempt to flush as the paper is still dry.
That's actually quite a skill they haveOnce walked into a portapotty at a festival where the previous occupant had piped a poo around the seat like they were icing a cake rather than into the bowl.
You want an anecdote? I have an anecdote.
I once worked for a large yellow and green logo'd supermarket chain whose name rhymes with Norrisons.
I was a checkout operator, so really nothing to do with cleaning or upkeep of the premises. However one fine day, both cleaners were sick. And the checkout manager mentioned to me as I neared the end of my 8 hour punishment that there was 'a problem' with customer's disabled toilets, and would I kindly 'take a look?'. Keen to please management in my naive fresh-out-of-university youth, I replied 'no problem.'
'Great!' said she. And promptly handed me a knife. 'You'll need this'.
A confused me made my way to the toilets, heaving the large door of the disabled throne room to be met with a smell that's best left undescribed. But the hell that followed was far worse.
Upon peeking over the porcelain rim, I was greeted by what I truly believe to this day to be a world record holder in terms of both girth and length. The knife's use very quickly became apparent to me.
When I hear personal stories of WW1 shell-shock, accounts of atrocities committed in Vietnam, or read diary extracts from long-term torture victims, I now feel I have a shared sense of violation with the writers. Only my violation comes in the form of having to literally chop up a 2 turd with a kitchen knife while masquerading as a checkout boy. I still remember the feeling and texture of sawing it into pieces, and since have not been able to look a Christmas yule log in the flesh, let alone slice it up.
Oh, the humanity!
That's actually quite a skill they have
Christ allmighty, when will this "mental health" crap end?
More likely some idiot did it on purpose to make the next visitor cringe? you know, like a prank, maybe?
No, no, they must have mental health issues!! (lol)
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Once walked into a portapotty at a festival where the previous occupant had piped a poo around the seat like they were icing a cake rather than into the bowl.
i would rather they did that then spoil another toilet..^ huh?
as another angle, quite often this occurs at our workplace simply because of the shocking regularity that the flushers stop working. quite why you'd go and try and build a **** pyramid on top of mess that's already there though is beyond me. like people who sit for hours silently in a cubicle, i guess they just enjoy breathing in other people's faecal matter.
Only once in my entire life have i been confronted with a toilet i couldn't dream of using and that was a "Locals only" toilet on a South African Oil rig.
What is wrong with the places you people inhabit?
It's very simple. People of this generation are filthy, disgusting, inconsiderate, lazy *******. Not only do they not flush, they can't even be bothered to wash their hands half the time. They're all too busy staring at their phones (before, during and after) to care.
So next time you open the door from the work/pub/any other public facility, just think of the person who was there before you. You may want to start wearing antibacterial gloves ...
Did you check whether these were male,female or transgender turds?
Not sure if I've just gotten unlucky with cubicle choices of late, but I've noticed an increased trend of walking in and being met with a delightful show of brown artistry left behind. This is mainly in hotel/meeting room toilets around the country, is it really that difficult to press the flush button or do people get some kind of kick out of this?