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I was working as a sales clerk in a sex shop, downtown Vancouver. It had '25C peepshows' in the back which were basically individual booths with glory holes where dudes went to watch porno and suck each other off. One night a well dressed guy came in carrying a briefcase and bought a $100 bottle of lube, a dildo and some tokens used to work the video machines in the back. It was pretty standard stuff, I don't ask any questions and we have a cleaner who deals with that area so it's really none of my business and I don't care. I was told one guy likes to put a condom on one of the door handles in the back and slam the door into his rear end over and over. Anyway about 20 minutes later one of the regulars comes out, one of the guys that comes in 3 times a week to hang around in the back like a ghoul waiting for somebody to come in he can blow. He comes out and tells me real quite like that... "...That guy you just let back there.. I think he's on drugs and he's umm made a mess" As I'm processing this information the smell of poo poo hits me. I'm 3 hours into a 12 hour shift where I've got to sit in this store and I cannot be sat there as it smells like poo poo. I lock the front door and (careful not to disturb anyone else back there by turning on the lights) I grab the large stick we have under the counter and a flash light and head slowly into the dark (almost pitch black) back area of the store where the peepshows are. I'm slowly scanning around when I notice the $100 bottle of lube on its side on a shelf, pouring out all over the floor. Next I shine the light down to the floor and I see a huge sweeping stain leading out of one of the booths further to the back. It reminds me of when somebody is stabbed to death a horror movie bathroom and has to drag their dying corpse across the tile floor spreading blood everywhere but instead of blood its poo poo and lube. As I'm trying to locate where this clue leads me the guy comes, heavily sweating out of the dark, trying to haul up his pants and says in a gruff voice "you got a bathroom in here?!" I'm instantly telling him he's got to get the gently caress out and I run to open the door so he doesn't touch the door handle on the way out. After he had left I called the boss and he told me he'll give me a bonus if I mop it up, so I have to put loving bags on my shoes and clean up after this rear end in a top hat. Months later I got my revenge when he came back into the shop and I told him he was banned infront of a full store. He asked why and I said loudly "Because the last time you were here you poo poo all over the place" and he scampered off.
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I worked in a lovely dive bar/club in Manchester and one night after we closed I was cleaning the ladies toilet and there was a bucket of fried chicken full of bones next to the toilet. So some lady had smuggled a bucket of fried chicken past the bouncers and sat in the (really, really filthy) toilet chowing down in the club.
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Jan 8, 2016 11:00
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TacticalUrbanHomo posted:...isn't the more likely explanation that a group quietly enjoyed it at a table somewhere and then ditched the trash there We don't serve food. This lady probably came in around 11pm at night with it hidden somewhere about her person then went into the toilets to wolf it down.
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Jan 8, 2016 15:46
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TacticalUrbanHomo posted:yeah I get that it wasn't food served on premises otherwise you would have recognised it as such and therefore it was smuggled in, but why do you immediately assume that the person that did so consumed it entirely by herself right there in the women's bathroom. that doesn't make sense to me. The bucket was found empty, full of bones, next to the filthy toilet. So i mean its feasible she had a buddy in there and they had a romantic meal for 2 but I doubt it as it would have been rather cramped.
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Jan 8, 2016 18:10
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