Wednesday, February 04, 2004

Tracking the Serial Sh*tter.

I think we have a new Serial Shitter to contend with. Which, I guess, means I need to get off my ass and tell the story of the old one first. I don't know for sure who the new one is, but I suspect they are one of the "special" patrons who come in with the local Unobstructed Doors social services group. In which case it might not entirely be their fault that they keep shitting on the seat of our public toilet. All I know is, I'm a little irritated at having to clean it up.

As I've said in past entries here, Unobstructed Doors has made it policy that their aids have to bring their mentally handicapped clients to the library every week. So far, D-Day has been on Weird Wednesday and so far we've had S.S. incidents on the past couple of Wednesdays (and a Thursday or two to boot). Not conclusive, but enough to draw circumstantial evidence.

We're not the only library to have problems in this regard. Mrs. V, of a neighboring county library, reports that her public restroom is regularly befouled by the Unobstructed Doors crowd and in much more unpleasant ways than a dab of poo on the toilet seat. It seems the special patrons there have veritable Poo Festivals in her bathroom and she's fed up with it. In fact, she asked one of the Unobstructed Doors aids to clean up after her client. The aid said that she wasn't about to do anything of the sort, to which Mrs. V said, "It's not my job to clean up shit. It's yours." The aid protested that she disagreed with this assessment and believed it was indeed Mrs. V's job to clean up the shit. Mrs. V counter-protested that it was not and added the threat that if the aid didn't go in and clean up the shit right then, she, Mrs. V, was going to call the aid's superiors and tell them what had happened and insist that they have the aid come back down to the liberry and clean the shit up after all. That seemed to do the trick. We haven't had any such confrontations yet, but I fear they are not far off.

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An employee of a small town "liberry" chronicles his quest to remain sane while dealing with patrons who could star in a short-lived David Lynch television series.