Just a disclaimer that this thread (if it evolves) may offend the easily queezy.
A co-worker and I started out a kind of one-upper gross out contest today and it got me wondering about others experiences.
What is or are the grossest thing(s) you’ve ever been witness to or had to do?
Having grown up in northern New Jersey, I could say that that is the grossest thing of all, but to start the thread I’ll list my top 3.
Having to remove the loooooong dead carcass of a dog from a darkened and humid (read: moldy and mildewy) room of a house that the construction company I worked for was hired to renovate.
Taking a short cut across some unused train tracks with a few friends on our way to a party and coming across 2 severed and severely stinky cow heads. Not skulls mind you, whole heads. Although a good portion had been eaten by wildlife and the insects that currently resided inside of it. As a side note to that, my two friends each took one home. Friend A and I were discussing how best and least ickily to strip his head down to just a skull when Friend A’s dogs got to the head and answered our question for us.
While working at the local corner pharmacy/quick-e-mart, a friend of mine used to request that we come by and spare him his incredible boredom on occasion. On one particular occasion a recent patron of the store returned, stating that there was a vagrant in the parking lot complaining of leg pains. My friend being the manager, went out to investigate and came back to point out that it was just Gimpy Gus, a local vagrant that almost everyone in town knew by sight. A short time later another previous customer re-entered the store to alert the manager of the same situation. Thinking that perhaps something might really be wrong with him, my friend went out again to check on him.
A few minutes later he returned and said he was going to call the cops. The police arrived and asked Gimpy Gus to take a hike, but he didn’t move or even acknowledge them. They actually went back to their cruiser to get paper masks to put over their faces and rubber gloves and were about to forcibly remove him from the premises when GG flipped out, screaming and crying about his leg.
Figuring it probably safer (and more sanitary) if EMT’s came and took a look at him, the cops had an ambulence there in a few minutes. In the mean time, GG had calmed down, but he seemed more coherent. The EMT’s also put on masks and gloves and began to interrogate GG about his condition (he was very obviously drunk), and he repeated his complaint about his leg. When one of the EMT’s tried to grasp his leg, GG completely flipped out again, thrashing and cursing until they backed off.
In place of touching him, they instead cut away his jeans from the bottom up to about his mid thigh. GG’s socks were black. Not dirty black, but once were white and now can never even dream to be again black. The cops moved away and seconds later this overwhelming stench of rot rolled over to where my friend and I were watching.
The EMT’s carefully cut away at GG’s sock and sneaker, and when they peeled it away, his skin came with it. Maggots squirmed out of his leg and on to the pavement. His leg was so gangrenous that flies were actually reproducing in it.
I’ll spare you the part about all the vomiting that took place.
Anyone got a one upper?