Normally, I work at a crazy county hospital where there seems to be no limit to the strange things I see, both in and out of the operating room (and in and out of the bathrooms for that matter).
But since last July, I have been (and will be until July 2008) working in a comprehensive cancer center, with adults (no pets, no children, no mythical creatures with uncontrollable diarrhea), who are (so I thought) pottie trained. So, you’ll understand my confusion (and my intrigue) when I went to use the bathroom today (for a numero uno, if you must know) and found a roughly quarter-cup sized pile of poo in the center of the blue tiled floor. It was so neatly placed there, it seemed deliberate…almost like someone came by with a soft-serve poo machine and squeezed out a little dollup right there. The only thing missing was a garnish…like a sprig of mint or a drizzle of raspberry syrup or something.
Strange. Curious. Provocative.