Oh the memories. I worked for many years at our town's library. One morning we found a pile in the elevator when we opened. It was probably left from the night before. Those were the days before security cameras. We were trying to remember who had been in the library at the end of the day and had a new note on our job list for closing. Check the elevator. Ick.
And did the perpetrator pull down their pants to make the deposit or did they scoop it out of their undies? Were they even wearing undies? My questions are endless.
I am so sorry I haven't been around here more often. I applaud your bread, I envy your tomato starts, I sympathize with your dog (FedEx is the worst) your knitting skills are excellent, and then - a random turd. I mean honestly WTF. Who just drops a$$ like than and then skips? HOOLIGANS IS WHO.
Ha! For what it's worth, Dave and I had a similar experience at the airport in Tampa. (Which I somehow FORGOT to blog about, so you're getting the only public version of this story.) We rounded the corner to the check-in area for British Airways and there were two desk agents directing people QUITE LOUDLY to walk this way or that. We realized they were directing us around a lumpy streak of feces in the middle of the floor. It was clear someone or something "had an accident" and walked/ran which spread the accident in a linear fashion. Child? Adult? Dog? Dave was quite upset that we didn't witness whatever happened at the time of its occurrence, but I tend to think it's just as well.
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I hope the rest of the day wasn't as shitty!
Well, no place to go but up????
Shit happens. Anywhere and everywhere. I wonder if it came from a parent or a student.
Love,
Janie
Oh the memories. I worked for many years at our town's library. One morning we found a pile in the elevator when we opened. It was probably left from the night before. Those were the days before security cameras. We were trying to remember who had been in the library at the end of the day and had a new note on our job list for closing. Check the elevator. Ick.
Some days are like that. You just never know!
I am sure the day could only have gotten better after such a crap start...
What a crappy start to the day, but funny.
Well, it wasn't great, but at least no more feces were involved! Ha!
We wondered, too.
Yup.
Haha. People are crazy.
There's never a dull moment in a school!
Well, I've had better days, but at least no more poo was involved!
I couldn't help but laugh while I texted Marla! And she got a good laugh too.
Trust me I know, there is never a dull moment in the life of a school.
Was Marla really telling you that Elon Musk had paid a visit to Carver?
What a start! After that anything's better.
That's for sure.
Just about!
It's like...HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?
Well, it's Friday.
How weird?!! TGIF! Hope you have a great weekend, Jennifer.
Pity the person who had to clear it up.
Good lord. Are there cameras?
And did the perpetrator pull down their pants to make the deposit or did they scoop it out of their undies? Were they even wearing undies? My questions are endless.
I am so sorry I haven't been around here more often. I applaud your bread, I envy your tomato starts, I sympathize with your dog (FedEx is the worst) your knitting skills are excellent, and then - a random turd. I mean honestly WTF. Who just drops a$$ like than and then skips? HOOLIGANS IS WHO.
Ha! For what it's worth, Dave and I had a similar experience at the airport in Tampa. (Which I somehow FORGOT to blog about, so you're getting the only public version of this story.) We rounded the corner to the check-in area for British Airways and there were two desk agents directing people QUITE LOUDLY to walk this way or that. We realized they were directing us around a lumpy streak of feces in the middle of the floor. It was clear someone or something "had an accident" and walked/ran which spread the accident in a linear fashion. Child? Adult? Dog? Dave was quite upset that we didn't witness whatever happened at the time of its occurrence, but I tend to think it's just as well.
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