at least he dropped his load in the bathroom - and not in another location within the store.

A cell phone company with angry customers? Thats a surprise.

This is very primal. Hippos crap in and around their ponds to mark their territory. I had a cat that used to climb trees and crap on other cats and dogs that were chasing it. I also had a rental property where some tenants we evicted crapped in the corner of the living room. Did you see that video of a baseball coach shoving his armpit and his shoes into the refs face? Our bodily secretions are a very basic way we mark our territory and harass our enemies.

All reputable mental health associations already have a textbook term for this: It is called "Turd Terrorism." Look it up.

Speaking of mental health. Maybe it wasn't revenge. Maybe the same disorder that caused him to be unable to turn on the pnone, also made him miss the shitter. Did you notice if he bumped into the door on the way out, and then fell down next to his car?

That is definitely turd terrorism but I am puzzled by one thing. Why did he complain about his service as justification for his tirade and stll crap on the bathroom floor?
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If he had crapped in a more public space, he would have been arrested for exposure. He's completely angry, but only mostly stupid.
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You have the right to remain Silent but Deadly....

Most likely the reason he complained about the customer service is because he was too childish to do the right thing and apologize, to say "I am so sorry for going off on you. I was out of line because I was frustrated with the phone." I've seen more than my share of these types of people working with the public as a cashier, bartender, waitress, hostess, and busboy. They seem to be the type to work themselves up into a lather and explode over something that may or may not be a credible problem because it doesn't occur to them to stop and think for a second, or to take a breath and consider if the perceived problem at hand is really worth the tantrum. They are spoiled babies, and in no way does this lack of control depend on their income or lifestyle. They can be upper middle class snobs or belligerent middle class blue collar guys. They can live in a van down by the river. Bullies are bullies.

The fact that your company is going to bill him for the bio-hazard bill is outstanding! If more people were held responsible for their actions, they'd think the next time they decided to open their mouths. Or butts.

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Daphne that is funny that you said "They can live in a van down by the river".

I am currently reading "The Chris Farley Show" ....if you get the connection.

Great story! I have a relative who carries on in a similar fashion when things don't go his way (butt I don't know if he's actually shat on the floor).
Maybe my rello just bottles it up and releases a megashit when he gets home.

I wonder if there is an anger management program out there that includes potty training.

Things have changed! This passive aggressive crap used to be for wimps. In grade school fighting was considered "boys being boys." Now a team of psychiatrists with prescription pads would be dispatched. In high school, women did not "put out" as much as now, those that did were prized and fought over. (Later to be disguarded as "damaged merchandise.") Oh the aggression of sexual tension. Bar fights, once common, now rare. If one does break out, it is finished by a coward hiding behind a gun. Two kinds of people. Those who have heart attacks, and those who give them. If you are sneaking around to shit on the floor for revenge, you are meek on the outside, roaring on the inside. Something is bound to crack.

Wait until airlines such as United and American and US Air make this guy mad !

The Old Coach got tossed a few times but he would never do the arm pit thing.The worst thing anybody who played for me did was moon a basketball ref.I hope turd terrorism never invades our sports.We played some shitty games but never pooped on the field or on the court.

I am certain I know what this guy's problem was. He was constipated! I know when I'm constipated I can be a real bitch. All that shit backed up against your asshole, banging on the back door asking to get out! It's bound to get to you after a while! At least he was able to relieve himself.

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Well, you don't actually blow on it. That's just an expression.

definitely a case of turd terrorism
im guessing the guys name was Osama dun dookie

This may or may not have been a case of "anger pooping" but here goes;

When I arrived in Japan in the early 1960s all the lower grade enlisted men were required to live on base in the barracks. After a short stay in country many men found a Japanese sweetie who was willing to share living quarters with a GI if he paid the bills. It was a mutually advantageous relationship that in many cases blossomed into love that lasted a lifetime.

All of us who lived "down town" still maintained a bunk in the barracks even though it was seldom used. I remember vividly the time I was in the barracks hall when one of the houseboys exited a room carrying a pillow on which nestled a huge turd. It was being carried like the main prize in some type of contest. The houseboy was muttering what were obviously obscenities in Japanese as he headed for the latrine with his load.

Someone had pinched a loaf on the pillow of a "down town GI" and added insult to injury by wiping their ass on his sheets. I never knew if this was a case of
"anger pooping" or just someone who was to lazy to walk another 40 feet to the latrine.

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Chief, maybe it belonged to one of those "sweeties" whose boyfriend left her for another.

PD.......If a "sweetie" was responsible she must have been of sumo wrestler proportions to have pinched such a loaf.

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I don't know, Chief. You'd be surprised what comes out of the asses of small women.

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Well, you don't actually blow on it. That's just an expression.

Wow, and I always used to joke that if at&t could bill me for taking a crap, they would. I see that is really the case!

TSV..........You have spoiled the remnants of my sex-life with the comment you made above. About all I have left now is memories and a vivid imagination.

I have always been an "assman" and have a great appreciation for a particularly
well turned pair of glutei maximi. In my
geezerhood one of my few joys is going to the mall for "butt viewings".

Perched on a bench with my cap pulled down to hide my darting eyes I furtively
scan the derrieres of all the luscious young women who pass me. Ahhhhh...look at that one......how soothing it would be to run my old arthritic hands over those smooth, perfectly formed globes. Alas,
these musings are now consigned to the archives of my memory and have been replaced by less delightful thoughts.

After having read you post I now wonder; did that pretty ass drop a ten pound log before it came to the mall? Is the paint still peeling off her bathroom walls? Did her canary live through the aroma of her last bowel movement?

I will probably continue with my viewings but they will be less joyful. I am a dirty old man and plan on being one as long as possible, for the next stage in my development will be dead old man. I hope to postpone that as long as possible!

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

After reading Chief's musings, I am reminded of one of my 8th grade algebra/geometry classes, where my best friend and I soon applied the word "parabola" to several nicely shaped butts in our class...I still think of that and smile.
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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

Chief!!! Thats you with the cap!!! I'm the one on the next bench with my sweatshirt rolled up on my lap.

This reminds me of the turd terrorism we saw in my old grocery store when i worked there. If you're mad enough you can gather all kinds of strength in your innards and produce some crazy mad shit!!

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Rock-n-roll! Poopy-poo!

I have never 'anger pooped,' as described here, but I HAVE pooped angrily.

There is most definitely a difference between the two.

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"...you guys are missing the genius of Turdgutson's idea. We should certainly not be shitting in the sink, but why not invent a Toilet Disposal? Your tampon, giant turd, or some hooker's hand won't flush? Just flip a switch!" - SamDamnit

I have also experienced poop-rage...

Several years ago I worked for a popular video rental store. Once a customer came in cussing loudly about his high late charges. Apparently he had received a call from someone on an earlier shift regarding the balance due, and was unhappy that he could not get any of the fees waved. He also had 2 dvd's that were listed as being over 60 days past due, and at the time the policy was that the customer then had to purchase the video for the new-market fee (what the co pays to buy new-release pre-sale videos) which was usually around 65.00 per video. He had brought back some videos in a plastic bag and shoved them in the return box, while continuing to curse he angrily paid his balance, and then cursed his way back towards the restroom area. He must have left shortly after, though I did not see him exit the building as I was probably busy with other customers. But apparently he had taken a laxative before coming in, because a customer notified me several minutes later that there was a rather large pile of loose stool in the middle of the Drama section (which hazmat also had to clean up), which was at the rear of the building near the restrooms. And when another coworker who was scanning the returned videos finally got to the bag he had shoved into the return slot, he let out a hilarious screech of horror... Apparently the guy had shat all over the dvds in the bag as well... I think corporate sued...

See, now, that's not very creative. If *I* were that customer, I would have crapped IN the DVD cases, closed them, wiping the overspill off as I did so, and THEN brought them back.

Then, after the video store discovered the ungodly mess, they could forward the tainted DVDs on to whatever shitty-ass company was charging them $65.00 per video, thereby paying it forward, anger-pooping style.

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"...I once ate a roadkill possum that had been raised on a diet of carp. I cooked it over a fire fueled with old tires and dog shit. [My fart] put to shame the sewers of Calcutta."
- ChiefThunderbutt