The Phantom Pebbledasher
Moons ago, there was this company I used to work for. Like any company, the office had it's own toilets.

But all was not well in the bogs. Every so often, one of the toilets would have it's inside-back caked in what must have been the consequences of a spicy meal. The whole length from the bowl to the rim-overhang was covered in a lumpy light brown bum-soup. This was the sort of company where everone knew everyone else, so the thought that one of us could do that to a toilet was a bit unsettling.

Attempts were made to do something about it. At first, we just quietly used a different cubicle. Soon, an e-mail was sent round the company suggesting that the men clean up after themselves. No effect. Measures had to be taken...

One morning, a Wild-West style 'Wanted' poster appeared in the toilets. "Wanted, the Phantom Pebbledasher" it said. It had the outline of a head drawn on it. This seemed to do the trick. From that day forward, I never saw a pebbledashed toilet at work again.

So if you too visit the loo at a place where everyone knows everyone else and the toilet is abused, a bit of shame can correct errant toilet-habits.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Tue 1 Apr 2008, 20:57, 1 reply)

Every office has one of those.
We used to have someone who left gargantuan turds of improbable length in the toilets. We never found out who it was, but we used to refer to him as "The Mad Shitter."
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 1 Apr 2008, 21:19, closed)