The Million Dollar Question
I am actually writing to see if anyone has any idea why people go to public restrooms and take a dump on the floor. This relates to a something that happened to me while I was a manager at a McDonald's. I worked for five years in fast food restaurants, and only on very rare occasions had these type of incidents occurred in the bathrooms. They did make me curious as to how someone could miss the toilet, but I simply couldn't fathom the idea that someone did this on purpose.
One day, while working a busy shift, a customer informed me that the Men's room was in very bad shape.
"You don't even want to go in there," he said.
Obviously, I had to check the restroom to see what happened and to make sure it was cleaned. I cannot explain how graphic it was, but there were feces and vomit on the floor in front of the toilet. This happened during lunchtime, so I informed the other managers, and one of them told me the same thing had happened the day before. I thought it was odd but cleaned up the mess and went about the day.
I usually worked the night shift more than the midday shifts, arriving in the late afternoon at 4:00 p.m., so I was not present for five straight lunch services. After that, though, I worked five straight day shifts in a row. During each of those shifts, someone was committing the same act; however, not all days included vomit. I asked everyone about it, and to all of our recollection, the messes occurred sometime after breakfast but before the big lunch rush. So, I estimated that the culprit was coming in between 10:30 a.m. and noon.
I wanted to catch this guy, someone who I had began to think was either totally pissed at us because we messed up his food or was just crazy. It also crossed my mind that an employee could be doing it, but I was confused by this idea – that someone would do this intentionally. Besides, why he would do it? I was working with another male and we decided that we would stake the Men's room out, checking it every five minutes to narrow the time down.
We took turns until he went to check and didn't come back right away. I just assumed that he had to go himself, but we had gotten busy and we needed him back to help us; so I went to the bathroom to find him. When I got there, he was standing by the sink. I just simply said, "We need you. We're getting busy."
So, we both left. On the way up to the counter, he said he heard something strange from the stall and has been waiting to see the guy come out. I decided to make one last check before we got too busy and went back to the bathroom.
The stall was kind of unusual because the toilet was behind a large wall and to the right, several feet behind the door. This meant that you couldn't see what could be going on in the stall unless you looked under the door. It seemed like whoever was in this stall might have been coming out but decided against it when he heard me, and instead turned around and went back inside. This was very odd. I pretended to use the urinal, washed my hands, fixed my hair and then did nothing. Neither of us made a sound.
I knew we were getting busy, so I was pressured to go back to work. But instead of leaving the bathroom, I opened the door, stood still, and let it shut without making a sound. I hoped he would think I left and come out. (If this even was the culprit, because I wasn't sure.) Well, sure enough, the stall door opened and this guy emerged. He looked right at me.
He was short but slender, clean-shaven, and very preppy-looking. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a dress shirt, tie and slacks. I'm guessing he was around twenty-three years old. He bolted paste me and out the bathroom door without even washing his hands.
I ran to the stall, looked in, and sure enough there was vomit and feces EVERYWHERE.
I ran after him cursing, screaming and very ready to get violent. He ran toward the parking lot, and as got into his car and I was following him out the door, one of the female employees screamed, "That's him isn't it? That's the guy who vandalized the bathroom!"
At this point, I stopped, grabbed hold of myself, and saw all the customers staring at me. A little boy told his mother that I said a bad word, and I apologized to the customers, who were very nosey and wanted to know what happened. I was so upset, however, that all I could tell them was that he messed up the bathroom. Several people took it upon themselves to go see; they all came bacn in shock.
I totally and completely feel that he was committing some type of sexual fetish act where he was getting off on doing this in public places, so people could find his mess. I don't understand, though. I always wondered why people did this, even though it happened rarely. Does anyone know?