One dead night working at the movie theater, an usher and I were making our rounds and get a call on our walkies that a woman had barfed in the woman's bathroom. Disgusting enough as it is, we went up the the third floor and opened the door. The smell was disgusting! We looked through each stall and finally found it but it wasn't barf...
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it was DIARRHEA!!! Not only that, it was all over the seat, all over the wall, and all over the floor. It looked like this poor lady didn't have time to take a seat cover out before her butt exploded. To make it even better, it was all dry on and not even a wet mop could take it off the seat.
This is why I Work 2 Rant.
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