msfledermaus | All things must poo... (Reply)

I had a horrible, horrible thing happen yesterday here at the workies. I was walking around, minding my own business, when a patron walked up to me and told me about some feces that was on the floor int he ladies bathroom in the next gallery. (This is one of the fun things about working in a public space; with so many little kids running around there was bound to be an incident involving poo.) I called Janitorial on the radio, and told them, "There is something that needs to be cleaned up in this bathroom right away." I thought this was about as clear as you could get without being, um...explicit. Apparently, not so. The Janitor called me back: "I can't find anything, what am I looking for?" I mashed my forehead into my palm, and then quietly said, "Feces." "Which Bathroom?" "Ladies." I muttered. I could feel the blood rising right to my face...

And of course, the minute I had my break, every guard in the place gave me the hard time I so richly deserved. Rob mocked me openly for my entire break. (I suspect he was jealous. If it was him, he'd have said it much louder, and more than once.) Gail laughed herself sick. Captain Emily laughed herself sick. The Thunder God, my boss, told me not to do it again, but he was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes...

So now I am famous in the building for the Guard Who Said "Feces" on the Radio....

*sighs heavily*

Okay, it really is pretty funny...