OH MY GOD I WENT TO THE BATHROOM AND SOMEONE IN THERE WAS SHITTING!
Whiskey, tango, et cetera?
Having visited many public rest stops along the east coast, I think I get what the OP is talking about. There’s “regular” poop, and then there’s that unique sort of poop that smells like a comination of a raw sewage spill and a dead rat under the front porch of an old country house in the Carolinas in mid-July. The OP was talking about the latter…some people, like her coworker, have never learned to courtesy flush. The stench gets worse when people just let it steep in the bowl.
(And the OP should be thankful that the Poo of Horror was in the bowl, not on the floor.)
Politically corrected? What on earth do you think that trite phrase actually means? Because you’re incorrectly substituting it for the far simpler and more correct “disagreed with”. That’s all that’s happening here.
Anyway, I sympathise with the OP, having been pitched into a retching fit in a restaurant toilet that had just been vacated by the Turd Monster from Planet Shit (and then having someone else think it was me that created the Chemical Ali-strength unholy funk) - but have less sympathy for your reasoning that someone with a stinky load to drop should be more considerate.
Sometimes you have to drop one without prior knowledge of its odor, and it isn’t like you can suck it back up your bunghole if it turns out to be smellier than is reasonably accepted in polite society.
Oh, and by the way: I’m not sure what you think this possibly has to do with “political correctness”, but if it bothers you so much that people on these boards sometimes disagree with one another, maybe you should go elsewhere.
I can identify with jay-c, but then again I’m a guy and am frequently assaulted by the tiny airborne particles of the lining of someone else’s intestines. It is to be expected on occasion.
What I find absolutely hilarious is that a female, of whom I had a dainty stereotype, deal with the same damn thing. Really, only having entered a female lavatory once in my life to see flooding from a leaking valve, had a mental image that was bolstered by a song I once heard titled “Girls Don’t Fart”.
But then again, I recall one or two instances where some female friends of mine told me that, “Girls are just as dirty and nasty as men. Usually, it’s worse. . .”
I’m still laughing my ass off. 
Tripler
Oh shit, the Beavis & Butt-Head mode kicked in. Poop! Hehheh hehheh.
I have only one word to say to the OP: ‘Haemorrhoids’
If you continue to hold your shit in, it becomes harder to get it out and you run the risk of creating these little buggers. I know, I was like you in my teens and twenties and I now have them to deal with. I have also now seen the light and can poo in public loos. I have developed the mercy flush, so that very little smell lingers when I have pooed in public.
A woman took a dump in the bathroom and you walked in and used another stall while she was doing it? How did you make it through the day? You might need *years *of therapy to get you through this.
How have you made it this far in life never having taken a shit, yourself?
By the way, some of us who are quite, um, regular, don’t realize it’s time until it’s too late to use the bathroom in the gas station down the block. You walk in to take a pee 
, then suddenly :dubious: 
:eek: , and a few seconds later …
What I’m wondering now how jay-c would have reacted had the tables been turned. Say she had found her perfect peaceful pooping place, and maybe she had had some of that Indian that she referenced. Suddenly, someone else walks in. Would we get a rant about the bitch who was invading her privacy?
I don’t mean to pile on jay-c or to be an asshole (heh) about this whole thing, but it just seems like the most unrealistic of expectations.
Oh, honey. Don’t ever, ever take a job in a public library. Ever. People don’t just shit in the bathroom where I work; sometimes they die or have babies. And the staff restroom is two floors down and frequently closed for cleaning. When you gotta go, you gotta go, even if sometimes you gotta wipe the seat down.
You do realize that gag-inducing poopy miasma attached itself to your new sandals and that pretty white dress and your hair and your face…little fecal bombs…licked your lips lately?
I thought it was a great rant, fucking hilarious, and really well written. And yeah, it’s a rant, not a fuckin’ *New Yorker Magazine * fuckin’ essay, and I’m glad at least *some * of us have a sense of humor.
(And oh, yeah, I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome and I’m a really stinky pooper. I am ashamed, and sometimes I disgust even myself with my stenchly evil.)
Oh my God! This lady pooped! It was gross! HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Yeah, you have a great sense of humor there.
Excalibre. Dude. I LOVE bathroom humor. It *does * crack me up (pun intended) when people poo. But only really big, stinky loud ones. It’s hard for me sometimes to control myself at work when some dame lets one rip in the stall next to me. Better if the boyfriend does, becuase I can laugh out loud and harass him on the spot.
Hey, I think it’s funny! Ditto for farts. Same when anybody says “movement” in a sentence. Blame it on my toilet training, maybe.
It’s good to know that I scar my coworkers emotionally on a daily basis. Somehow, that makes the remaining five weeks of my employment just that much more satisfying.
You might find this book helpful.
Deal with it.
I’m waiting for the movie.
Starring Greg Proops?
I prefer the Catholic version.
Perhaps you need to get the building management to invest in one of these models. Perhaps mention the one with the automatic deodorizer.
OK, this rant was fucking hilarious. It’s happened to everyone, come on, you knwo it has. Someone comes in and poops and it smells like a cocktail of permanent solution, month-old road kill, and Elizabeth, NJ coming at you in a miasma that makes your eyelids curl under. You see who it is and you can never look at that person again without thinking, in the immortal words of Eddie Murphy, “Damn, baby, you rotten inside!”
Not everyone can appreciate a good rant about the vile goings on in shared restrooms. I for one thought the imagery and diction was worth the read. I’m still laughing. Is it PC to give someone shit (forgive me) for having to take a really toxic dump at work? No. Should jay-c be more compassionate to the intestinally challenged? Yes, of course, bad, bad jay-c!
But fuck it. It’s funny, and it’s the Pit. Give the girl a break. She’s got PTSD (post-turd shock syndrome). Let her unload here-- she can’t do it at work, after all.