Warning: The majority of this post is about poop. Be ready.
Yesterday something happened to me.
Guys... I was at work minding my own business. The sun was shining, the customers were tipping, and all was great.
I was taking an order at a table adjacent to the bathroom. All of a sudden this old man came speeding out of the bathroom and ran out the door. This guy was old, he didn't even look like he could speed. This is where my trouble starts. Out of nowhere this wave of poop smell comes out of the bathroom and takes over the cafe. Problem guys. I was still taking the order of the people at table one, so I ask one of the other waitresses to check on the bathroom.
She comes out of the bathroom with a look of complete and utter horror.
There was poop everywhere! I'm not sure what kind of explosion happened to this old man, but it looked intense. And guess who has to clean those kind of messes up? The manager. And who might the manager be? Me.
I'm not going to get into too much detail at this point. It's hard to relive it.
All I'm saying is that I had a crappy day.