Editor's note: This story first appeared on the PoopReport Forums.
I used to work at a Public Television Station that was located in the community
college I attended. I worked 6 hour shifts mostly on weekends from 6am to noon when
the college buildings were mostly empty. As a student, I was supervised by an
"engineer". I dreaded my weekend shifts because not only did I have to watch the
worst programming on PBS but I also had to work with Pat.
To say that Pat was a large man would be a gross understatement. Pat was enormous!
He weighed in at around 500 pounds, I guess. Although, when people are that big it
gets really hard to estimate because their physical proportions are skewed. Now,
before you start to think I'm bashing large people, I'm not. I'm just trying to
give you the big picture surrounding a freightening poop story. Plus, Pat was a
dick.
Well, Pat ate like crazy and as a result, he shit like crazy. During a 6 hour shift
he'd down two 2-liters of Mountain Dew, a big bag of potato chips, and two 12 inch
subs. Then, he'd ask me to go to the vending machines and get him some candy. He'd
give me a short list (Snicker's, Nutty bars, etc.) and a couple bucks. The vending
machines were up one flight of stairs, and Pat was pretty imobile. So I enabled
him.
Anyway, Pat stunk like shit!!! I worked there for 2 years and only ever saw him
wear two shirts. He had a blue t-shirt and a green t-shirt which weren't washed
very often.
Whenever I'd take a leak in the men's room I was always taken back by the shit odor. It
was an intense, almost musky odor that I cannot forget. Since the college was empty
on the weekends, I figured Pat had to have just left the bathroom and that I was
smelling post-aromatic remnants. Eventually, I began using the bathroom on the
second floor because Pat was unable to contaminate them.
In talking to the janitors that cleaned the bathrooms at night, I learned that
their nickname for Pat was "The Shitter". You see, Pat was apparently too large to
wipe his own ass. Instead he used the stall wall as a rubbing post for his turd-encrusted
ass. The poor janitors had to spray down the wall and scrub with disinfectant.
I never looked at Pat the same way again. I would look at him and try to imagine
how his arm could reach around his girth for a good wipe. I beleive that it was a
physical imposibility for him to wipe.
-- Chip Brown