Anybody use a poop knife? I must admit this story cracked me up:
It reminds me of when I worked at a council plant and tree nursery, back in the day. There were two loos, one for us staff, and one just for the superintendent. This last was a bit posh, with creepers round the door, but didn’t flush too well. One day I was puzzled to see the cleaner farting about outside the super’s loo awhile, before he came back up to the greenhouse where I was working.
He confided that the super had dropped a really huge one that wouldn’t go down the pan, no matter how he flushed it. ‘I couldn’t leave it; it was half-way out the water.’ He said.
‘Huh?’ I stared at him. ‘Yeah?’
‘So I had to, like, pick it out with both hands, and lay it down outside, and then get a spade and bury it. It was gross.’
‘WTF didn’t you just get a cane or stick and break it up some in the pan, and flush it down that way?’ I asked, a bit incredulous.
‘Oh,’ He said, ‘I didn’t think of doing that!’