A frail old man walks up to me with a solum look on his face, "Tyler, I've never seen anything like this. There has been an accident in the locker room. You need to come. It's all over the walls."
This man is literally 90 years old and from the look of shock on his face, I new I was in for something unimaginable.
As I approached, with at least 2 closed doors and 100 steps away, I could smell it. I held my breath, and marched cautiously into the locker room. Thankfully no one else was in the locker room, the old man followed me in.
I slowly opened the door to the first stall. Clean. On to the second and there it was.
An explosion of shit of mind-blowing proportions. On the right side about hip high, was a 3-4ft streak of liquid shit running down the wall. On the left, was a huge pile on the floor. The toilet itself was covered. The back wall was splattered by shit that reflected off the toilet seat. The volume of shit and the magnitude of force required to spray the area down was incredible.
"Aw fuck. Aw fuck." Someone else tried to come into the locker room. The smell sent him fleeing. He never had a chance.
I had no choice but to close the locker room for the rest of the day. A team was required to clean up and I spend over $100 in supplies and products to get the job done. The carbon mask and dustpan saved the day.
Everyone was in shock. Some were suggesting to call the police. Others were suggesting that the walls need to be removed and redrywalled. Many people were convinced this was a malicious act. I never found out who it was, but my guess is it will be a day they never forget too.