The poop thing goes for everyone...
Someone shat in one of the bins in the men's bathroom at our community center. We still haven't gotten the stench out.
Longer version:
I volunteer at our community center/guild hall once a week. It's mostly cleaning and the bathrooms have become my territory because I'm not some whiny diva who just wants to brag about volunteer work but not actually do it. It's usually nothing bad, but some of the people in the 'old folks daycare' aren't very good at using the bathroom anymore and shit happens. Sometimes on the floor, sometimes on the walls, sometimes somewhere behind the toilet that makes you go 'how did
that get here?' Fortunately for me, it appeared to have been a relatively accident free week. Even so, most bathrooms don't really smell clean until I've mopped the floors (twice).
Like usual, I go about my business cleaning up other people's business and eventually get to the emptying and relining all the bins part of the job. I get to the back downstairs men's bathroom, lift off the top of the bin and start taking out the bag so I can tie it. The moment I lift it, the weight - and most unfortunately - the SMELL hits me. I quickly close the bag, but it's everywhere. The smell, not the origin, fortunately, but I could see the liquid slodging around in the bag. Yes, liquid. I quickly get rid of the biohazard and warn the manager, but even with his help it takes a while to get the shitty odor out of the bathroom. Then we realise something: despite the tough garbage bag, the smell had penetrated deep within the plastic of the bin. The bin itself now smells like poop.
That was Wednesday. We're running out of cleaning products to use and the Great Stink remains undefeated. After the weekend, I will make one final valiant attempt using a very pepperminty product animal shelters use to clean their smelliest cages. If that doesn't work, we might have to toss the bin-shaped stink bomb.
On the upside, we're very close to figuring out the culprit. Unless there's some random loser sneaking into community centers to shit intheir bins, it must have been one of the elderly card players. While we have not found a pair of underwear (no way I was going to stick a hand in there, not even a gloved one!), we feel safe to suspect someone soiled themselves, tossed everything in the bin and covered it up with paper towels in hopes of hiding the smell. They got away with until their foul creation was disturbed by my diligent cleaning. What sucks, though, is that if he had just warned the manager after it happened, the manager would have thrown the bag away discreetly. It was because it was hidden and slowly but surely defiled the bin itself, that this story is now spreading like wildfire, because 'some dude shat in our bin despite the toilet being like three feet away' makes for some good gossip.
As for haps, no major haps but I'm thinking about stuff. Like does the nature of the person who made a craft affect how much you like the craft? For example, do you like a band's music less if the people in the band are douchey?
My personal experience is that most creative people are weird, assholes or weird assholes. That's the norm. As long as they don't do anything very legally or morally bankrupt, there's a lot I can ignore. And in the case of movies, I always try to remember it's not just the creation of some pervy director, but that there are many, many more people who made that into what it is.
