Poop Encounter A: I was going to meet my boyfriend after work one day. Since his car was
indisposed, he had to take BART (the Bay Area's Public Transit train) to meet me. Unfortunately, the station
closest to where I work is in a less-than-lovely neighborhood in the Mission, so he had to wait for me to pick
him up in a rather unpleasant part of town, full of panhandlers, homeless, and just plain gross people.
On his walk from the station to the street corner where I was going to pick him up, he passed a storefront
window upon which had been flung, rather high up according to his report, a liquidy blob of shit, which had then
evidently slid or dripped down the window, leaving a horrible poo streak down to the windowsill. The mystery was,
how did it get up there? The point of origin was about five feet off the ground, and this poo was not
particularly solid, so it was hard to imagine how (let alone why) someone would have thrown it up there.
By some strange coincidence, another friend of ours happened to be in the Mission a day or two after my
boyfriend had seen the splatter. She also passed by the same window and marveled at how the crap got up there.
The mystery has never been solved, but I don't think any of us really want to know what happened anyway.
Poop Encounter B: On a totally separate day, my boyfriend and I were driving to school at the SF
Art Institute. While cruising through the fairly nice, pretty well-off neighborhood that's around the school, we
passed a guy who had pulled over to the side of the road, gotten out of his car, and was bending over with his
pants around his ankles, frantically wiping at his ass. No clue what was going on there, but we sure felt sorry
for the guy.
Poop Encounter C: It was either my Freshman or Sophomore year at college, when I was living in
the dorms. We lived in a co-ed suite of about 18 or 20 people, with women's and men's rooms about halfway down
the hall. One of the guys apparently took the biggest dump in the world -- at least, according to the other guys
who went into the bathroom stall to marvel at it. The log allegedly wrapped around the toilet bowl several times.
I wish I could verify its actual size, but I was too much of a chicken shit (haha!) to go check. Anyway, this
particular dump caused its hapless creator to be the butt (there I go again!) of jokes for months to come.
-- Sarah