Vomit
I used to work 1 or 2 nights a week at a local 'alternative'/heavy metal bar in the city i used to live in. I work there every now and then, still, but not as often as i used to.
Aaaaaaaaaaanyhow.. A guy who often came in for a beer, retreated to one of the stalls and didn't come out for at least 15 minutes. As he was occupying the only girls-toilet, i decided to knock on the door.
No reply. After 5 more minutes, i knock again.
Nothing. I get a screwdriver, and turn the lock back to white from the outside and open the door. He had to take a shit (fair enough) but while he was having a go, he had to vomit as well. Result; pants around his ankles, filled with grey/orange pasta-esque vomit. He is asleep. As i shout at him, he wakes up, and sees me standing there. Shocked, he pulls up his pants and makes for the street. I see a big brown turd in the toilet and no paper residue. Guy runs out to the street still pulling up his pants, and wanders off home.
Yuk.
It gets better. The next week, i spoke to his little brother, who told me that he had walked home in his vomit/shit diaper, got home and had tried to go to the toilet to take a piss. Fell asleep again, only to be found by his mother the next morning, after he had been sleeping in a pool of piss for 5 hours, with vomit and shit filled pants still on.
Class.

That same guy (couple of years later) walked out in his hoody sweater. His hoody sweater that had been in the bowl of the men's toilet from 10 pm till 3 am.

Oh boy, the memory's of that place.
(Bokbiertrol, Tue 25 Jul 2006, 23:26, Reply)