A few weeks ago I dropped by the photo lab at school to chat it up with some buddies, and they tell me that some beginning student has gone into the dark room and laid a Lincoln log on a shelf and then closed the cabinet door.

The first victim of the pungent fumes reported it to the lab aides, who in turn went in to examine the fecal find.

The determination was that 1) it was human, as the crapping culprit had left behind the rough paper towels used to finish off the job, and b) nobody who worked there was going to touch it!

Well, security was called, who in turn called maintenance... and several hours passed before the lab crew realized that still nobody had stopped by to give the fuming wolf-bait a proper burial at sea.

Calls were made all night to security, and they in turn paged the maintenance crew repeatedly, but think about it: if YOU were some lowly janitor, who gets paid peanuts to clean up after arrogant, cigarette smoking, wreckless college students, would YOU walk into some dark lab just to have the pleasure of scooping up some punk college kid's corncob?

We considered the possibility of taking a shit in a dark room and could only come up with two possible motives:

1. the turd was laid in a mean-spirited attempt to piss off the photo lab crew, or
2. someone was exposing a print and simply just could NOT walk away, and when faced with the call of nature versus the desire to create art, the dark room became the new crapper.

FYI- the maintenance crew never did show up that night, or the next morning even. The head lab assistant, who opened the lab the next morning, and who happened to be celebrating his birthday on that particular day, ended up removing up the day-old loaf himself. Happy birthday, Fletch, and many many more!

-- Latrina