Kinda gross, but I’m bursting to share and who else can I tell this to, sorry in advance.
My fifteen year old son Zac has a neighborhood friend named Bobby. Nice kid, sort of a weirdo but my son is also, they get on well. Bobby(16) introduced my boy to another friend, Mark(18), and the two of them have been hanging out here all summer long.
A few weeks ago, Bobby, Mark and Zac were at the park across the street and when I called Zac home, they all three returned with an extra couple of younger kids. A girl about 12 and her little brother who was maybe 8. Zac gave me a hurried explanation that there were some rough kids at the park picking on these two youngsters and that the three older boys didn’t want to abandon them, so they brought them along home. I made sure they two kids were alright, offered them use of the phone and/or a ride home, they both used the bathroom and accepted a bottle of water but assured me that they were alright and left in the custody of Bobby and Mark.
The other day, Bobby stops by again with the younger girl. It concerns me somewhat to see this little girl hanging out with these older boys, but the three boys are rather immature and they’re only hanging out at the park that I can see from my porch, and besides, she’s not my kid and I haven’t a clue where she lives or anything.
So they stop by, Zac’s not home but again the girl asks to use the bathroom. She does, I chat with the two for a moment, and away they go.
A few hours later, I go into the bathroom and am nearly knocked over by the stench. There’s a powerful stink, but usually smells like that dissipate within a half-hour or so, right? So, I look for any evidence like perhaps she missed the throne or something bizarre, but nothing. I empty the wastebasket, thinking perhaps she’d wiped and thrown it away instead of flushing, spray the lysol and go on about my day.
Another hour later, the boyfriend uses the bathroom and comments on the unpleasant smell. We both investigate, thinking perhaps the child was disturbed and wiped her ass on the shower curtain or rug, but seriously, there’s nothing. Well, except for a sparkling clean bathroom since I’ve now scrubbed everything while looking.
I leave the exhaust fan on, thinking the problem is solved since I can only smell cleaning product fumes, and we go to bed for the night.
In the morning, whaddya know, it still stinks. I notice the air coming from the floor vent reeks more than the room itself, so I pick up the register cover and what do I find but a wadded up poop encrusted pair of girls panties.
WTF!? :eek:
My only guess is she didn’t quite make it, cleaned herself up but realized the underwear was beyond salvaging and wanted to hide the evidence. There was a perfectly good wastebasket right there, and plenty of tissue to wrap them up in, but somehow in her head the vent seemed a more likely place?
I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to say to this girl if she stops by again. She’s not really my son’s friend, I’m not even sure he knows her name, and I certainly don’t want to embarrass her, but great googly moogly that was fucked up.
