the nasty
It's been a while since I've written any stories so here's one from this past weekend.
I am in charge of a room with maybe 60 or so customers. That particular room's womens' restroom has about 10 stalls. With no employee bathroom in the club, I must share the filth of everyone else every time I need to relieve myself. I am now the master of squatting.
At one point I decide I need to pee quite badly. I walk into the bathroom and there's a line of maybe 5 girls, which is quite long for this bathroom. One regular walks out with a disgusted face, so I look at her questioningly. She responds with a gesture of puking and points. Aww fuck.... I look and there's a mountain of large chunky vomit on the floor inside one of the stalls. Awww fuck!
So this girl had puked while sitting on the toilet, the mountain sitting in front of the toilet spanning from stall wall to stall wall. When I looked, she was still sitting on the toilet. She walked out of the stall wiping her mouth with some toilet paper and spat out the remaining vomit residue into the trash can. The vomiting seemed to have sobered her up quite a bit, so I didn't request for backup to carry her out. Instead I called for the floor guy to notify him that there was some vomit that needed cleaning up.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just drank too much."
"Oh really?"
"Ugh."
"You want to go outside for a little bit?"
"I'll go outside, don't worry."
"You want some water?"
"No thank you, I'm fine."
"Ok, well promise me that you'll spend a few minutes outside."
"Don't worry, I promise you, I will definitely go outside. You took care of me last time, thank you."
"Oh?"
Sure she looked vaguely familiar but hey she acted grateful enough for the help I suppose I gave her whenever the last time was. But fuck if I know which time that was. The worst part of all this was the fact that as she said thank you she gave me almost a hug, keeping a good distance seeing how she had just vomited, and was rubbing her hand on my back affectionately, my back which of course had my hair all down it. Oh god, her hand!
By the time the floor guy arrived there was already another girl in that stall. He saw that the stall was occupied, set his mop against a wall, and left. Uh, where are you going? I waited and watched this new girl finish her business, and have to hop over the vomit in order to get out of the stall. Hey floor guy, come baaaaaaack~ I watched the floor guy sweep up the chunks with a broom into a dustpan and then mop up the rest. Can I pee now?
My most repeated complaint is the fact that shit always happens when I need to pee. The more badly I need to pee, the more complicated the situation is. This is just one example.
I am in charge of a room with maybe 60 or so customers. That particular room's womens' restroom has about 10 stalls. With no employee bathroom in the club, I must share the filth of everyone else every time I need to relieve myself. I am now the master of squatting.
At one point I decide I need to pee quite badly. I walk into the bathroom and there's a line of maybe 5 girls, which is quite long for this bathroom. One regular walks out with a disgusted face, so I look at her questioningly. She responds with a gesture of puking and points. Aww fuck.... I look and there's a mountain of large chunky vomit on the floor inside one of the stalls. Awww fuck!
So this girl had puked while sitting on the toilet, the mountain sitting in front of the toilet spanning from stall wall to stall wall. When I looked, she was still sitting on the toilet. She walked out of the stall wiping her mouth with some toilet paper and spat out the remaining vomit residue into the trash can. The vomiting seemed to have sobered her up quite a bit, so I didn't request for backup to carry her out. Instead I called for the floor guy to notify him that there was some vomit that needed cleaning up.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just drank too much."
"Oh really?"
"Ugh."
"You want to go outside for a little bit?"
"I'll go outside, don't worry."
"You want some water?"
"No thank you, I'm fine."
"Ok, well promise me that you'll spend a few minutes outside."
"Don't worry, I promise you, I will definitely go outside. You took care of me last time, thank you."
"Oh?"
Sure she looked vaguely familiar but hey she acted grateful enough for the help I suppose I gave her whenever the last time was. But fuck if I know which time that was. The worst part of all this was the fact that as she said thank you she gave me almost a hug, keeping a good distance seeing how she had just vomited, and was rubbing her hand on my back affectionately, my back which of course had my hair all down it. Oh god, her hand!
By the time the floor guy arrived there was already another girl in that stall. He saw that the stall was occupied, set his mop against a wall, and left. Uh, where are you going? I waited and watched this new girl finish her business, and have to hop over the vomit in order to get out of the stall. Hey floor guy, come baaaaaaack~ I watched the floor guy sweep up the chunks with a broom into a dustpan and then mop up the rest. Can I pee now?
My most repeated complaint is the fact that shit always happens when I need to pee. The more badly I need to pee, the more complicated the situation is. This is just one example.