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CJacobs
Apr 17, 2011

Reach for the moon!
One time I was in the bathroom at work having severe stomach cramps and my boss came in and stood outside the stall to tell me to stop slackin and get back to work in this weird fatherly tone. It made me very uncomfortable because I was pooping like literally as he was talking to me. :geno:

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Ralph Hurley
Aug 3, 2009

:barf::sweep::zoid:



A place where I worked kept a can of scented spray in the bathroom. You're supposed to spray a little puff of it into the air after a bad poo poo as courtesy to the next person. (Personally I hate the smell of that stuff and don't think it does anything to neutralize odor just makes the bathroom smell like poo poo mixed with some gross fruity chemical). One time I go in to take a dump and when I sit down, the seat feels slippery. Some idiot had sprayed the stuff directly on the seat, covering the entire surface. I had loving springtime breeze potpourri scented rear end cheeks for the rest of the day.

Also there was someone who used to crank his hog into the toilet and leave ropes of jizz clinging to the inside of the bowl that wouldn't go away after multiple flushes. A concerned coworker taped up a note to the effect of hey rear end in a top hat stop trying to get the toilet pregnant. Management did not find this funny. The note was taken down but the guy must have been embarrassed enough because there were no more loads after that.

A Stupid Baby
Dec 31, 2002

lip up fatty

Millie posted:

It happened again yesterday. This is how I imagine the poop came out. It's like it didn't even touch the water, just mashed up against the back of the bowl:

Cross section of toilet bowl to note dookie direction



Why are you drawing scat porn of Lucy from Peanuts

Slowpoke
Jul 7, 2007

Also, someone drew a sweet Slowpoke that I wanted to buy for an av but lost the image. I think the thread was people drawing Pokemon? I guess? I don't know. If someone could help find it I would love to buy it. Thanks.

Wickerman posted:

That story has left tears running down my face I'm laughing so hard

Seconded.

Cartouche
Jan 4, 2011

Arrhythmia posted:

This was at school but whatever it's in the spirit of the thread.

So, I'm at the urinal, pissing, and this dude saunters up into the urinal beside me. Annoying but these are also urinals with dividers between them so it's not actually that annoying. Anyways, I hear him shuffle around out of his pants, and then,

"BLOOOOOOSSH"

like a loving water balloon popped. He then zips up, less than a second after getting in front of the urinal, and walks out of my life, having changed it forever.

Dude probably pisses into a bag if he had stuff removed. You may very well join him in the use of bags one day.

Alien Sex Manual
Dec 14, 2010

is not a sandwich

Ralph Hurley posted:

A place where I worked kept a can of scented spray in the bathroom. You're supposed to spray a little puff of it into the air after a bad poo poo as courtesy to the next person. (Personally I hate the smell of that stuff and don't think it does anything to neutralize odor just makes the bathroom smell like poo poo mixed with some gross fruity chemical). One time I go in to take a dump and when I sit down, the seat feels slippery. Some idiot had sprayed the stuff directly on the seat, covering the entire surface. I had loving springtime breeze potpourri scented rear end cheeks for the rest of the day.

Also there was someone who used to crank his hog into the toilet and leave ropes of jizz clinging to the inside of the bowl that wouldn't go away after multiple flushes. A concerned coworker taped up a note to the effect of hey rear end in a top hat stop trying to get the toilet pregnant. Management did not find this funny. The note was taken down but the guy must have been embarrassed enough because there were no more loads after that.

I like that they were more concerned with the note than with the employee leaving jizz in the toilet on a routine basis.

mostlygray
Nov 1, 2012

BURY ME AS I LIVED, A FREE MAN ON THE CLUTCH

jattdb posted:

Back in the 90s I worked for a terrible tech support call center. The owner was creepy and weird...we found all sorts of wonderful things when we got bored one graveyard shift and inventoried his computer.

One day, one of the stalls in the men's bathroom was found to be covered in poo poo spray up to about waist height. The smell was awful. There were poo poo hand prints on the walls. There was poo poo all over the toilet. poo poo was everywhere...

I just remembered another. I had a shipping lead that worked in my warehouse that ate only his moms food. It was really awesome Tijuana style food that was super hot. I miss it still. The thing is, he would eat roasted Jalapenos with everything. A bite of food, a bite of Jalapeno, a bite of food, a bite of Jalapeno. He'd also soak everything in Tapatio. Lots of refried beans.

We actually had to make a rule that he was not to poo poo in the warehouse bathroom without giving everyone else a chance. Every time, there'd be poo poo on the outside of the toilet, on the walls, but not on the seat itself. We always assumed that he just took a good grip like the hold down bolts on the space shuttle and then just let fly. I did start insisting he clean up his own mess at least to a reasonable level before the cleaners made their pass.

Arrhythmia
Jul 22, 2011

Cartouche posted:

Dude probably pisses into a bag if he had stuff removed. You may very well join him in the use of bags one day.

Why would he empty it into the urinal though? And so quickly? Seems like a good way to cover himself in piss IMO.

Blistex
Oct 30, 2003

Macho Business
Donkey Wrestler
Used to manage a small rural airport back when I was 17 and one of my duties was cleaning the facilities.

The first time I had to clean the women's room I noticed a metal container on the wall marked "napkins". I had no idea what was really inside, I just wondered, "why the gently caress are women bringing napkins into the washroom. . . and why do they deserve their own special little trash can on the wall?". I opened the container to see if it needed emptying and right on top was a pad with what could best be described as a massive bloody oyster sitting right on top. After dry heaving, regaining my composure and cleaning it out, I went to the maintenance closet and retrieved a tube of JB weld. Never had to worry about the napkin dispenser again.

Often the airport would be frequented by a plane that would fly patients to one of the larger cities for treatment. In one instance there was a guy that was strapped onto some sort of tray for flying in a plane that was laying on a stretcher (I guess the normal stretcher was too big for the plane). They were wheeling him through the airport on a stretcher when he announced that he had to pee. They wheeled the stretcher to the bathroom door, took him off on the tray, and took him into the bathroom. A few seconds later I hear, "oh my god, stop it, aaaaaahhhhHhhhHHhhh!". A few seconds later he was back on the stretcher and the two ambulance drivers were trying to stifle laughter. I asked the one what happened with the patient and the other driver were further away and he said that they stood the guy up to the urinal, still strapped in to the tray. They open up his hospital pants/robe and tell him to let loose. I guess a second or two into peeing he slid down in the tray and one of the straps pushed up on his pants and dick, and he was peeing straight into his chest. When he started yelling they tipped him back away from the urinal and the stream of piss was now arcing right in his face.

A Stupid Baby
Dec 31, 2002

lip up fatty
Today I found not one, but two, adult diapers soaked with blood in the "Napkin" bin. poo poo never happens but in the overweight stall.

Hogge Wild
Aug 21, 2012

by FactsAreUseless
Pillbug

Millie posted:

It happened again yesterday. This is how I imagine the poop came out. It's like it didn't even touch the water, just mashed up against the back of the bowl:

Cross section of toilet bowl to note dookie direction



if you poo poo in space your turd arcs towards your back like a monkey's tail

resting mitch face
Apr 9, 2005

5) I hear you.

A Stupid Baby posted:

Why are you drawing scat porn of Lucy from Peanuts

I drew a woman on a toilet eliminating her solid wastes.

If you're seeing cartoon porn, that's on you, man. Pervert.

CJacobs
Apr 17, 2011

Reach for the moon!
The expression of the poop woman is very serene. A dump we can all aspire to someday take. calmpoop.jpg

the great deceiver
Sep 23, 2003

why the feds worried bout me clockin on this corner/
when there's politicians out here gettin popped in arizona
when i was in prison we had some absolutely horrific bathroom people. we were in a dorm setting and had a communal bathroom

one guy we caught eating things like bananas and granola bars while taking a poo poo

one guy lost so much weight that he wasnt able to really control his bowels and ended up accidentally making GBS threads on the floor in front of other people twice

one guy was notorious for being a dirty gross rear end in a top hat who took the longest, loudest messiest shits. one week he disappeared for a few days. when he came back he casually mentioned that he had been at medical. turns out he had a staph infection and the outbreak was on his lower back.............right about where it would rest on the back of the toilet seats

Applewhite
Aug 16, 2014

by vyelkin
Nap Ghost
When I worked as a dishwasher at Bubba Gump Shrimp co. our deep sink in the kitchen got clogged up with crab husks and we had to convert one of the customer restrooms to kitchen duty. The waiters just brought me stack after stack of filthy plates and I had to scrape the uneaten food into the toilet then wash the dishes with hand soap under the weak-rear end faucet and then dry them with paper towels.
It was the worst week of my life because we'd run out of clean plates within like two seating cycles and then I've got everyone in the kitchen waiting on me to wash one dish at a time so they can serve the next party. The worst was when it was time to clean the pots and pans because they didn't fit in the sink at all and I had to fill glasses of water and dump them into the pot to get them wet.

Applewhite
Aug 16, 2014

by vyelkin
Nap Ghost
Back when I worked data entry for Southern Telcom, the washroom on the fourth floor was notorious for being a hook-up spot for employees in sexual relationships. It was super gross and I always used the third floor bathroom if I could get away with it.

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BigBadSteve
Apr 29, 2009

Ryoshi posted:

This wasn't my workplace, but it was somebody's, and this story needs to be told. Everything I'm about to tell you is 100% true.

I was at Woodfield Mall in IL with my girlfriend, just killing time some weekend after getting some shopping done. I made the mistake of eating at the Woodfield food court, which is tiny and depressing and unhygienic, compared to the mall which was huge and depressing and unygienic. About forty minutes later, this food catches up to me with a vengeance. We beeline to the restrooms near the food court as another thing Woodfield is lacking is enough toilets.

That comes into play shortly.

There's so few toilets in Woodfield that there was actually a line at the men's room. I had no problem waiting in line because even though I knew that I was going to blast a hell of a dookie I am a grown rear end adult and can hold it in until an appropriate time. Very soon I would learn that there are many people who do not share this trait.

So I wait my turn, and eventually the only actual stall in the bathroom opens up. Since it's the only stall, it's handicapped, and it's a big one. Maybe as big as a parking space in there, all told. I get in, turn around to hang up my coat, and....the hook is gone. I'm pissed because this is a brand new winter coat, seriously like less than a week old, but I have to poo poo so badly that I just dump it on the floor and hope for the best. Then I try to lock the door. Like many public stalls, the door lock mechanism is so loose that it's basically completely worthless, but I slide the bolt over and start to do my business. Pants down, finally getting relief.

Thirty seconds later, there's a pounding on the door. Someone is banging on the door and shouting in broken English, "Something wrong! Something wrong! Need toilet!" I am still mid-poo poo so I shout back "occupied! Occupado! There's someone in here!" This does not deter our mystery man, who decides to push the door until it starts to open. So now I'm sitting bare-assed on a toilet, poo poo coming out my rear end, trying to hold this loving stall door shut with my feet without covering myself or my coat in feces or letting this random rear end in a top hat in here.

Due to the size of the stall I couldn't get enough leverage. I....failed.

The door swung open to reveal a tiny Asian man, easily in his 50s, no taller than 5'5", who rushes into the stall, drops trou, and starts spewing rancid diarrhea right at the wall about a foot to the right of my face, tears running down his face as he babbled incoherently in a mix of English and what I believe was Mandarin. This was rather traumatic, and I saw the pool from his chocolate fondue volcano explosion would soon reach my new coat, so I needed to leave. Luckily the whole experience scared the poo poo out of me in a literal way, so after the fastest two or three wipes in history I pulled my pants up and got the gently caress out of The poo poo Stall. I run up to the sink, unsure whether I was about to wash my hands or vomit profusely and THEN wash my hands. I start running the water and notice a man at the urinal, standing and staring at me through the mirror, mouth hanging wide open, eyes as big as dinner plates. I shrug at him and tell him honestly, "I have no loving idea what that guy's problem is." I make my escape, and my girlfriend asks me what happened and says I look like I saw a ghost. I told her what happened and she thought I was kidding. No, really, a small Asian man just broke into my stall and started making GBS threads on the wall next to me, and now it is time to go.

I have not been to Woodfield since.

:five:

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