Mayhaps it’s the conditioning of having worked in a hospital ER. After that, and working with the pathologist in performance of autopsies, there is no bodily fluid that can gross me out any more.
Spit. Take a mint, go have a smoke, or both, and finish plunging the latrine.
For decades, I worked as a janitor in a factory. When I found such a situation, I sloshed a lot of disinfectant around, put up a CLOSED sign, and got the hell out. Often, I had to clean up the mess after the plumber was finished.
I won’t tell you what the worst mess I ever had to clean up was, but I can tell you, it was much, much, much worse than mere shit.
I would deffinately have puked my guts out, when I could move again I’d wash myself off go home throw out any too splashed clothes, bleach wash the rest. Have a shower, then a bath, and then phoned work to tell them that I was sorry, and had been very sick.
I’d have screamed and screamed, most likely, taken a very long and self-indulgent shower, then come here and pitted the world in general and my life in particular.
I’d have bleached myself (hands) and used massive amounts of SOAP to wash my mouth, face, and clothing. I’d not scream but I’m BITCH my head off about people being irresponsible using a public restroom loud enough for customers to hear. Sorry but come on! That’s just stupid. We had to lock our public bathroom in the porn store due to men relieving… “stress” all over the place and I know, more TMI for ya! You try to be nice and offer a public restroom but people just shit all over you (pun intended).
So, if this had happened in Oz, Incubus’s workmate might have ended up with a frog in her throat?
btw - I am impressed with myself - I opened this just after coming back from kitchen with coffee and sandwich, and am continuing to consume both. Best not think about it any more though.