:rolleyes:
Oh, I'm not talking about tradesmen. They may not use my lavatory. I'm very strict about it.
I'm talking about when I used to work in an office on the ground floor of a building and share a lavatory with the warehousemen.
I saw things, iufg. Terrible things. :shudder: :-(
I remember years ago, someone left the trap toilet in a less than desirable manner and after several hours of complaints, the General Manager went in with a carrier bag and retrieved a huge jobby from the pan and went outside and threw it in a nearby skip.
nigh on 30 years ago, that must have been. Still vivid in my mind :-(
An email had to go around the other month because someone had literally sprayed sh1t all over the inside of the lavatory door. The toilet was untouched. Exercising my Hercule Poirot-like little grey cells, I could only conclude that some poor chap had been caught with une crise d'estomac, got into the lavatory, pulled down his trousers, but failed to turn around and sit down in time.
However, that doesn't explain why he would then have left the lavatory in that condition, presumably cleaned himself up and then gone and resumed his seat to work again. Terrifying what human beings are capable of doing, isn't it? :-(
Who are these people who produce huge, inhuman stools? What do they eat to achieve such prodigious faecal feats? How many days' worth of matter have to build up to produce something that size? Some of these things must feel like you're being fisted backwards, ffs! How do their arseholes cope?