It was our son’s 7th birthday and after a special morning event we treated him to breakfast. The restaurant was packed. We placed our order with our waitress and I excused myself to the restroom. That was when the most horrific, horrible, grotesque thing ever happened.
I was in the very tiny bathroom stall doing my business when another person entered the bathroom. She quickly darted into the stall next to me. Did I mention it was a very small space? I could tell by the black orthopedic shoes she was wearing that my new roomie was an older person. I then heard the phrase that I will never get out of my mind, “Oh No! Not Again!” Next up, liquid shit plopped all over the floor in the stall she was in.
I was in a panic, the bathroom was so small there were no options – the stench was so bad I was gagging. There was shit all over the floor in her stall. I couldn’t move fast enough. With speed you would never know an elderly person to possess she exited her stall. I heard the water turn on. I had no option but to hide out and hold my breathe in my stall until she left the bathroom. The little I had seen was enough to make me want to hurl. Once I heard the bathroom door close I opened my stall door and realized there was a trail of liquid shit all over the floor and out the door!
I opted to not wash my hands, since shit was all over the sink. I took about a thousand towels and opened the door. There was a trail of shit footprints on the carpet that led back into the restaurant. A waitress was just exiting the kitchen, which was located right next to the bathroom. I turned to her and mentioned she may have a problem. I pointed to the floor and then to the older woman with crap all over her pants. The color drained out of the poor lady’s face and she ran back into the kitchen. I was trying to not puke myself. I walked back out into restaurant, dodging the shit footprints and alerted the hostess. I then headed to our table. The hubs could tell something was clearly wrong. I didn’t even have a chance to explain it when the Shitastrophy began walking into the main restaurant heading towards our table.
I was in a full panic. She was about 3 steps away from getting liquid shit all over us when the kitchen manager tackled her with full aprons wrapping her shit covered clothing and escorting her to the door. Holy Shit!
The lady refused to leave until she got her food to go. Waitresses were scrambling to get food in containers. Patrons were staring mortified and gagging. The restaurant owner was yelling at the woman’s family that she was no longer permitted in their place of business, because this is the 2nd time this week she had done this!!!
We mentioned something to our waitress after the family had left and were informed this was the 4th time she had exploded in the last month!
What is wrong with this family if they knowingly take this person into a public establishment that she has imploded in three other times? Do they not realize she has major issues? Does it get to the point that you just think, oh well grandma’s gonna shit her pants, let her do it somewhere else so at least they have to clean it up? After the first time wouldn’t you be a little embarrassed and want to take her somewhere else? Seriously by the 3rd time I would definitely NOT be going back to the same establishment. The 4th time! They should be arrested for endangerment or something.
I ended up not eating my food, and we left shortly after. The place didn’t even comp us or anything. It really was a birthday to remember. Have you ever experienced something like this? I hope to never ever again.