***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!
I wasn't present at this particular event but it DID happen. I know the girl in question and it doesn't surprise me - and someone I trust told me the story. I had it verified by a third party. It is 100% bonafide.
That's my disclaimer on this one.
I HAVE to share it, because even now, over a year after hearing this story, I still crack up every time I think of it.
I'm going to talk in hypotheticals for fun.
Imagine you're a night shift team leader in a contact centre. One night, you are working away, doing what team leaders usually do (I don't have any idea what they do, so I can't go into specifics here), when one of your employees walks up to you and hands you a note.
Until you open the note. And discover what it says . . .
Are you ready for this one???
Here goes . . .
I farted and followed through.
Can I go home?
The girl has just shat herself at her desk. And told you in note form. (And yes, I DID put the note in brown text because brown is the colour of poo. Wasn't that artistic of me???)
Several questions have to arise from this.
1) What would YOU do, if you were a manager and someone handed you this note?
2) What would YOU do, if you accidentally shat yourself in work?
3) Why didn't anyone SMELL it at the time? It must have been at least A BIT potent...
4) Was it wrong that some of her colleagues, upon learning of this, left a nappy on her chair for her next shift???
(PERSONALLY, I just think it was thoughtful of them . . .)