Today, walking into the Wheeler Basin Regional Library in Decatur, Alabama to pitch a materials purchasing program for one of the companies I represent, I ran smack dab into a made-to-order poop report. There it was, staring me in the face as I sauntered up to the men's room door with the intention of draining my bladder before meeting my library contact.
"Due to some unfortunate destructive behavior, toilet paper is no longer stocked in this bathroom. If you need toilet paper, please inquire at the front desk. We are sorry for the inconvenience."
Needless to say, my instincts as a veteran PoopReporter rose to the forefront, and it was all I could do to concentrate on my sales presentation. But I put aside my curiosity for about fifteen or twenty minutes and did my job with effective results. Then, after saying goodbye to my contact at the library, I sprung into action.
I made tracks to the front desk with every intention of getting the inside scoop on this unusual situation. Reading the front desk clerk's nameplate, I smiled and said, "Hello, Wanda. I don't have to go to the bathroom, but I'm just curious. What kind of destructive behavior has caused your library to ration out toilet paper in the men's room like that?"
Wanda, a kindly, silver-haired matron, shook her head and replied, "There was some man who was going into the bathroom and cramming nearly an entire roll of toilet paper down the toilet so that it would stop up."
She hesitated, looking uncomfortable and searching for the right words. I knew this was going to be pretty bad.
"Then he would collect whatever was in there and smear it all over the walls," she finally revealed.
I was flabbergasted. I remembered an ex-PoopReporter who called himself The Shitman, a kid who all but hijacked the site last summer with his forum-wide tales of bathroom shit-smearing that he insisted were some form of artistic expression.
I continued my interview with Wanda. "And you never caught this man?"
She shook her head again. "No, we could never catch him in the act, no matter what. So we decided that the best thing to do was to remove all toilet paper from the bathroom and require anyone needing some to check it out at the front desk. We keep rolls under there." She pointed to a shelf at the end of the counter. "And then we sent an article to the Decatur Daily to inform the general public that men would need a library card to check out toilet paper."
I suppressed a smile. In my twenty years working as a library vendor in five Southern states, I had never come close to encountering anything like this. The turd terrorism aspects weren't funny in the least, of course, but the idea of needing to use a library card to check out toilet paper was indeed worth a chuckle or two.
"Are the men embarrassed about having to acquire toilet paper in this way?" I asked. You know me -- always pressing the Shameful versus Shameless debate.
Wanda indicated that so far no one had objected to the procedure, and that plenty of men were cooperating without hesitation. And this solution actually solved the problem, because now they had a record of every man who used toilet paper in the bathroom. They've had no recurrence of the disgusting smearing incidents since implementing the library card procedure.
I walked away from the library feeling as if I had stumbled upon an SNL sketch, or some kind of perverse reality show. The idea of having to plunk down your library card to plunk down a deuce -- it was almost surreal. And checking out toilet paper as if it were a book or a video -- and then having it recorded on the library's computerized circulation system? My brain was feverish with scenarios... but one particular question kept haunting me. If you used up the roll you checked out, were you fined? I mean, you couldn't very well return anything, could you?
In all seriousness, the upshot here is that turd terrorism truly is a public nuisance -- an insidious form of vandalism that throws common decency and everyday sensibilities to the wolves of waste. If you have any doubts, just drop by Wheeler Basin Regional Library in Decatur, Alabama, and check it out. The toilet paper, that is.
-- The Big Wiper