The planet has been a busy place poop-wise since last week. First we had a guy getting
locked in a highway rest stop toilet stall in Germany when the latch froze shut. It took the local cops an hour to get him out. What's up with that? When a motorist with a burdened bowel seeks sweet relief at a roadside, he shouldn't have to pay for the privilege by being imprisoned in a frigid restroom cubicle for sixty minutes while the baffled gendarmes try to figure out how to ease open a frozen latch. A ratchet set and a minute of time is all it should take to get the door off its hinges. Or some hot water poured over the frozen door-catch to loosen the ice-stuck metal. Cops are never more than a few paces from a Danish and a hot cup of coffee, so one of those officers must have had the necessary steaming liquid (whether still in the cup or unleashed from a coffee-filled bladder) to get that bathroom door thawed out in no time.
Next, we had a church rectory in Dyer, Indiana, that was reeling from the destructive forces of animal poop -- thirteen years' worth of it, to be precise. When a new pastor took over the helm of the Catholic house of worship recently, he found that his predecessor had a penchant for keeping pets in the living quarters adjacent to the church. Unfortunately that prior priest did not seem to have any housekeeping skills. The replacement priest, the Rev. Terry Steffens, was greeted in his new digs by the stench of feces deposited in prodigious quantities by dogs, cats, rabbits, hamsters, and guinea pigs.
The good Reverend hired a person to undertake the task of cleaning the rectory, but it turned out to be a chore on the same magnitude as that which the great Hercules encountered in the notorious Stygian Stables. The workman apparently tossed his cookies after cleaning just one room.
As a former owner of guinea pigs (as well as each of the other above-mentioned species), I can attest to their mind-boggling poop and piddle productivity. I can only imagine the volume of waste that might amass over the course of thirteen years. One wonders whether the departed pastor had ever heard the old saying that cleanliness is next to godliness? Or whether he had read the Old Testament command not to crap where you live and eat? Then again, it could just be that he was conducting a biblical experiment -- perhaps trying to figure out how Noah dealt with the poop issue on the Ark.
Finally, a sewer main ruptured in Orlando last week. Perhaps fueled by too much Mouse doodie from nearby Disney World or Orca crap from SeaWorld , it flooded a local road with 100,000 gallons of human waste. Orlando city officials are pondering the cause of the pipe break. Was it the fault of the manufacturer who sold the city a pipe that should have lasted for fifty years but survived for only five? Or was it a flaw in the installation -- maybe a poorly laid section of pipe on unstable footing? These are the issues being discussed. But no one has yet broached the most obvious possibility: that there is no sewer pipe on Earth that can survive a daily onslaught of bodily fluids, poop, diapers, and other foreign objects flushed in such a dense concentration as from the mega-sized theme parks nearby.