Okay, so this is worth taking a little time out of my busy day to write about, because I just can’t stand it! This is corollary to my previous post on the topic.

So I just walked into the bathroom at work, to be overwhelmed with the stench. I figured, okay, it’s a bathroom–that’s what happens. I walked into my favorite stall (the big one), and there it was: a little turd on the floor next to the bowl. I wanted to run away screaming, but really had to go. So I did my business and just left. I did, however, change the toilet paper roll, which no one else in this building save the janitor knows how to do.

I know, I know, I’m the mother of a toddler, I should be able to handle this. But that’s different. That’s my daughter’s p00. This is someone else’s kid’s stinky ol’ turd on the floor in MY stall!