Some of you may recall that I had a hand in
renovating the shop floor restroom at work a few months ago. It turned out great -- it's now much more convenient and just plain nicer than it used to be. And while that's all well and good, this morning I realized that my improvements inadvertently added a feature that allows Shamefulness to flourish.
The restroom is split in half by a wall that runs 3/4ths of the way through the room. On one side of the wall are the toilets and urinals, while the sinks and stuff are on the other side, along with the door. During the renovation, I asked the contractor to add a second door that goes straight into the toilet side, my reasoning being that it would open up into a different part of the shop and employees working in that area wouldn't have to walk as far to get to the restroom.
Early this morning I went in to take a squirt and noticed that one of the stalls was occupied. No big deal, but as I moved to the other half, I realized there was a Shameful Shitter inside -- I heard him slowly unrolling the TP to keep it from making the dispenser rattle. As I dried my hands, the shitter confirmed his shamefulness -- I heard him open the stall, flush the toilet, and quickly bolt out the door I had conveniently installed for his getaway. He was so shameful that he wouldn't come around to wash his hands. Shit. Now I've got an employee running loose in the shop with poopy fingers.
At the end of each shift I have to go through the work order documents all the guys fill out when they complete an order. Needless to say, I made sure to wash my hands after signing off on the papers.
I've got a female employee on my shift again (a whole different can of worms), and for a minute I considered the possibility that she was the one in the restroom, and had left through the back door to avoid any possible embarrassment. But a few minutes later she called me up to unlock the main office building so she could use the women's in there, so it couldn't have been her.
It's a disappointing situation to say the least. Don't judge me too harshly, fellow poopers. I had the best of intentions.
-- Artful Dodger
