Poo-ing at work
First of all, I'm one of the "wait till I'm home" types. I don't like sitting on public shitters unless I'm not feeling well and not doing so would result in the worst of the social faux pas.

If I do have to use a public bog I'll generously lay toilet paper on all the touchy parts. I don't trust those paper thin ass-gaskets they have in the bogs.

But none of this is relevant to my story.

About 4 years ago we had a spate of fecal misdeeds in the mens lavvy's at work. Now there were some that thought it was a pissed off coworker and some tried to blame the lack of flushing on the plumbing system. Every so often you'd go into the mens room and there would be a scale model of mount killimanjaro made out of arse cake. You'd think they'd have to back an elephant into the stall to create such a masterpiece but I don't think elephants crap brown. Anyway it got to the point where the VP of human resources (nice guy) called a meeting for all the male workers in the office to our largest conference room. He had a hard time starting the meeting but once he did it got quite funny. "I shouldn't have to be telling grown men how to use the toilet, but it appears that someone in our midst hasn't quite got it down" - the upshot was that anytime there was a deliberate mess in the stall we were to immediately call the woman in charge of security and she'd call the building people and they'd do the flushing and poo sticking and she'd then go to the security tapes (no not of the bogs you sick pervy's) of the lobby outside and try and nail down who was responsible.

I suppose they must have found out who did it and told them off or fired them because it's been years since anything of that nature has been discovered.

I did laugh when I reported to the lady that there had been a fecal misdeed in the 2nd floor south bathrooms stall 1.

Here endeth my story
(Lurkaloid awarded wanking black belt on, Wed 2 Apr 2008, 3:34, Reply)