A Messy Situation
Barista here. There was this one old woman who would come in several times per week. She’d stay for hours at a time and never buy anything. She’d just ask for a glass of water and a place to sit. She was at least 90 and was clearly losing her memory, so I felt bad for her and let her stay. Little did I know that she would end up being a nightmare.
The first few times, she’d just drink her water and leave, but then she started using the restroom. Now, I can only assume this woman used diapers, and perhaps she didn’t quite remember when it was time for a fresh one. Because every time she’d use our bathroom, there’d be poop. Not in the toilet. On the walls, floor, door, trash can…any combination of these.
She’d obviously tried at least a little to clean it up, but her poop persisted. We started calling her Poop Granny in secret. I have spent hours of my actual life cleaning this woman’s poop off various surfaces; so many hours that my manager eventually had to ban her.