Unsolved Mysteries

I can semi-comprehend why a trip to a Port Authority rest room might be an unpleasant experience.

But a ladies room in a "reputable" and "civilized" and "white shoe" law firm?

Beware wearing your white shoes around here, folks; read what happened while I was on vacation. The following has been cut and pasted by me directly from an email I received from a colleague:


"I walked into the ladies room and I always look in that big mirror--mostly to see if anyone is in any of the stalls and I see this brown lump on the floor, not too big, but I of course think it's a roach (not the kind you smoke!) and walk past it (it was the middle stall, never use the middle stall again--there has to be residual poo still there) so I look and see it's a turd--AND it's been stepped in and there is a trail leading out of the bathroom and onto the carpet--

I left and called facilities from the phone outside the bathroom (I'm positive that is why it's there now, the phone, not the poo) and tell them they need to get a mop and get up there asap (I don't leave my name in case they think it was me!)

NASTY--who misses?"

Plenty of people, apparently. What is going on here? Big ass small can? Big can small ass? Someone in a hurry? Someone taking their time? Someone not properly trained as a toddler? Someone trying to send a message?

Sounds like we need a turd whisperer around here.

Time to break for lunch.