In 1997, my roomate and I both worked in a very nice hotel in Dallas, TX as
room service attendants. We were both 19 and basically didn't care about much at
the time.
I don't know how this theme got started, but the first really stupid
thing my roommate did there was shit down the center (open space) of the stairwell
in the 40 story tower of the hotel.
I was standing one story down to get a good
view. I saw the log coming right out of his ass (yes, that was a first) and dropping
right past me as it accelerated. As it fell, after about 10 stories it hit the
rail on the side of the stairs and exploded into about 20 smaller peices... all those
continued to hit rails as far down as I could see. No doubt this was a terrrible
mess for the poor janitorial staff.
But that wasn't the end of his shit-vandalism. We had
joked about dropping one down the laundry chute many times, but were never really
serious about it. I mean, there were a lot of people at the bottom in the laundry
room 24 hours a day... that would just be cruel.
So one day I'm going about my job
delivering a burger to a guest on a weeknight. When the elevator door opens (it's a
staff elevator and opens into a staff-only area where the chute is) there
he is with his ass in the chute. I barely caught the end of it, but the
elevator doors were open long enough for me to hear the screams of the people working
in the laundry room echo up from below.
We passed by that room at about about 2
A.M. to see that it was completely deserted, and there were tiny shit specs from
floor to ceiling all thoughout the room. It was ruthless, and we laughed for weeks. Quit
the job about a month later.
-- Jon
