From the side of the box:
So perhaps the plumbers are up to something after all.
I guess I’m on the weirdo side of the aisle, but the tampon thing is just bizarre and silly and dumb, I don’t find it nauseating. The poop stuff is what churns my gut.
And what I need to know is where the hell is this woman’s room that attracts this kind of person? An office building? Public park? McDonalds?
Once, in the Air Force, someone (and to this day nobody knows who it was) shit inside a toilet paper roll, placed it on the floor of the bathroom stall, and stomped on it. Shit splattered everywhere. The entire swing shift of the school I was attending had to go outside, and get in the push-up position, while the instructors roamed our ranks, screaming at us, and kicking the arms of people who were not sufficiently postured for their taste.
For the duration of the class, we had to forfeit our smoke breaks and mandatory class breaks were spent in formation, in silence.
That sucked.
Medical office building. That particular floor has mostly orthopedic surgeons and ob-gyns, for some reason, with one immunologist and one place that I think is a weight loss clinic. No shrinks, which is what you’d hope there’d be - I’ve wandered around that floor (“Is it 2:00 yet? Hmmm, here’s an ortho with a funny name. Sure wish it was 2:00.”) enough times to know that.