DandyFop
11-22-2005, 12:23 AM
I should write this story down before I forget any of it.
A girl at work told me this today because the woman whom this story involves came into the restaurant to eat. I can't imagine that she could ever possibly return after what happened, but whatever.
So there's a table of 8 old ladies eating lunch. And I mean old, as in, oxygen tanks and walkers. Rachel, the girl who told me, is about to leave. She's clocked out, she's wearing a jacket, ready to go. Some lady comes up to her and says something like "Um I think someone needs help in the bathroom".
So Rachel goes in there and in the first stall the woman is saying "help!". She says "Can I help you?" and the lady says "I can't get up". Mind you, Rachel is pretty skinny and this woman wasn't huge, but was definetly not a light little old grandma. So the old lady opens the stall door and Rachel has to grab her with one hand while bracing herself on the stall with the other. She helps the lady up, who was luckily wearing a long shirt so Rachel couldn't see anything. She's got her pants and underwear around her ankles and apparently keeps saying " I need to pull my bloomers up". So she's holding Rachel's hand and trying to do that at the same time.
They finally get all set, and the lady asks Rachel to help her to her table. Rachel obliges, and whilst having her arm in a death grip, escorts the woman to her table.
Rachel then realizes she has to go back and flush the toilet since that never happened. She goes in ....and the lady squirted everywhere. All over the seat, the floor (btw, this is the first stall in the ladies bathroom in case any of you ever visit me there). Rachel kicks to flush it and takes off because, as she says, "this is not in my job description".
Later on, she talked to someone else and found out that wasn't half of the story. The woman, while at her table, lost control of her bowel movements and proceeded to have shit flow from her ass to the floor surrounding her. She then put a cloth napkin over the puddle and moved it around with her cane. She was sitting there, poking at one of our cloth napkins, with her cane, attempting to mop up her own shit.
The manager Ryan has to come out, with gloves, bleach, the works, and clean it up, while all the little old ladies say NOTHING, as if this is something that happens every single day. PLUS, the health inspector was there just minutes before this woman came in.
HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU RETURN TO A RESTAURANT AFTER DOING THAT?????
A girl at work told me this today because the woman whom this story involves came into the restaurant to eat. I can't imagine that she could ever possibly return after what happened, but whatever.
So there's a table of 8 old ladies eating lunch. And I mean old, as in, oxygen tanks and walkers. Rachel, the girl who told me, is about to leave. She's clocked out, she's wearing a jacket, ready to go. Some lady comes up to her and says something like "Um I think someone needs help in the bathroom".
So Rachel goes in there and in the first stall the woman is saying "help!". She says "Can I help you?" and the lady says "I can't get up". Mind you, Rachel is pretty skinny and this woman wasn't huge, but was definetly not a light little old grandma. So the old lady opens the stall door and Rachel has to grab her with one hand while bracing herself on the stall with the other. She helps the lady up, who was luckily wearing a long shirt so Rachel couldn't see anything. She's got her pants and underwear around her ankles and apparently keeps saying " I need to pull my bloomers up". So she's holding Rachel's hand and trying to do that at the same time.
They finally get all set, and the lady asks Rachel to help her to her table. Rachel obliges, and whilst having her arm in a death grip, escorts the woman to her table.
Rachel then realizes she has to go back and flush the toilet since that never happened. She goes in ....and the lady squirted everywhere. All over the seat, the floor (btw, this is the first stall in the ladies bathroom in case any of you ever visit me there). Rachel kicks to flush it and takes off because, as she says, "this is not in my job description".
Later on, she talked to someone else and found out that wasn't half of the story. The woman, while at her table, lost control of her bowel movements and proceeded to have shit flow from her ass to the floor surrounding her. She then put a cloth napkin over the puddle and moved it around with her cane. She was sitting there, poking at one of our cloth napkins, with her cane, attempting to mop up her own shit.
The manager Ryan has to come out, with gloves, bleach, the works, and clean it up, while all the little old ladies say NOTHING, as if this is something that happens every single day. PLUS, the health inspector was there just minutes before this woman came in.
HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU RETURN TO A RESTAURANT AFTER DOING THAT?????