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I normally don't put a warning on my posts, but you might not want to read this one during snack time.

Or even at all.

I can't believe I am about to type this.

A couple of days ago, my good friend Veg sent me a link to this article.

She said something about me being grateful that this wasn't my restaurant.

And I was.

However.

I try to keep bathroom stuff off this forum. If for no other reason than talking about this stuff makes me gag harder than the raw chicken. I have issues with bathrooms. I've always said that I would rather wash 400 moldy, caked on dishes by hand - in the dark - than to have to clean a bathroom.

And that includes my own.

And I have serious issues with public restrooms, no matter how fabulous they are. Although I was recently in a bathroom - correction "ladies lounge" - that had a massage chair, hot moist towels, and a full supply of hair products and make-up.

I liked that one, a lot.

But public bathrooms, as a whole, freak me out. I am actually more inclined to want to do my "business" in snake-infested waters than use a public toilet.

It's just one of my many issues.

Anyway.

When you have a place of business, and that place of business has a bathroom, you're just bound to have issues. Even the most grand of bathrooms has clogged toilets and such. And all that stuff is tolerable. It's just part of the deal.

What is not tolerable, however, is the people who use said bathrooms. People, as I have said time and time again, are pigs.

Major freaking pigs.

Tonight during the dinner rush the hostess came to the kitchen to get my attention.

"There's a problem in the men's bathroom", she said.

"Oh, great. What's the problem?"

"Put an out of order sign on the door, and I will take care of it."

It's moments like these when I know I should take the leadership role and just get the job done. But the reality is, I am a week little puppy who caves at the first thought of having to deal with such a thing.

Instead I looked over at the dishwasher and bit my lip a little.

"I've got it. That stuff doesn't bother me."

He's totally getting a raise.

He grabbed some gloves and the key to the supply closet and was on his way to eradicate the problem.

And what was the problem, you ask?

Ok. Well.

Someone had wiped Body Excrement - ok, shit - all over the men's toilet seat. I don't know if it was an accident, or if it was done on purpose.

I just know that it's one of those things that can make a person want to jump off a building into a hot vat of pork fat.

And the thing is, I wish I could say it was the first time something like this has happened.

It isn't.

And I hate to even talk about it, here.

But it just isn't.

I shit you not.

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