If I was at the OP’s house, with her attitude, I’d take a big fat dump in her bathtub and clean myself with her finest silk bedlinens. But I don’t know where she lives.
Speaking of burritos, lucky for you those workers weren’t Mexican day laborers. Quite a few don’t realize that here in the US of A, our plumbing can handle the flushing of used toilet paper and instead end up disposing of said unrecyclables in the bathroom waste basket.
Not to mention the fact Santa coulda dragged it in with him come December.
Back when I did roofing, the boss (my brother) required everyone to use the ‘throne’ out in the company van. The shit pot, as it was affectionately known, was an empty 5 gallon USG Joint Compound bucket that we’d line with a hefty bag.
Thanks JohnBckWLD. It’s good to know I’m not the only contractor who has had to use a drywall bucket out of desperation. I feel relieved. 
So let’s clarify a few things.
First, you don’t have a problem in general with people shitting in your house. I’m with ya there. Better in the bowl than the Berber I always say. (Fucking youngest Pug still doesn’t know that, though)
Second, it’s the guy cleaning your carpet, the worker so low in society that he always eats burritos for lunch and suddenly has to shit it out sometime between lunch and quitting time. I admire his metabolism. My body (I once timed it) takes more than a few hours to fully process a full meal so that I may inflict the poo on unsespecting twits.
Third, if not evident, you appear to hold some sort of contempt to the “working-class oaf” you’ve risked allowing into your home to sully the good name of your toilet seat (and apparently your walls) with his poor ass. And his even poorer shit.
Fourth, 15 minutes is a huge chunk of time? You’re serious?!? I need at least 15 minutes when it’s finally brewed. I can go an entire day holding it with no problem. But when it hits? Out of my way! It also is a big reason I’ve never had problems with hemmorhoids and the such. I let it happen as it happens. Push and strain all your tight ass needs to, I’m not up for ass-pain caused by straining.
Fifth, what the fuck are you talking about in regards to trashing the bathroom? You’ve mentioned it a few times, but not what, exactly, you’ve had to clean. It seems one of two things. 1) You don’t want the lowly workers touching the same surface your pristine shit-hole touches, or 2) they actually smear the shit on your window and walls. I’m taking side bets on #1.
You are the epitome, it seems, of the too-good-for-anyone-that-doesn’t-meet-my-social-standard-test.
Buy a carpet cleaner. I’d suggest rent, but I bet you’re financially set to purchase. Then get your ass off the pedestal and clean the carpets YOU are making dirty.
Also, you could use a few cells in that inflated head of yours to come up with something simple, effective, and doesn’t make you look like a cunt.
LOCK THE DOOR AND TELL THEM THE TOILET IS BUSTED, YOU’RE WAITING ON THE PLUMBER!
I have a feeling that common sense approach will be lost on you though. Seeing as this all underlies your superiority. :rolleyes:
I just really want to hear what he actually **did ** to her bathroom that left it smelling bad for so long. Assuming that everything he dropped went into the bowl, I’m at a complete loss to fathom what the problem is.
If, on the other hand, he somehow managed to spray the surrounding areas, then I think she’s got a perfect right to be wildly angry. If someone left smeared faeces in my bathroom I’d not only be angry, I’d be formally complaining to the company - because let’s face it, it’s not the kind of behaviour that earns good word-of-mouth advertising.
For what it’s worth though, some of us not only let tradespeople use our toilet facilities if requested, but also offer a refreshing drink. It’s not something I get a lot of people taking me up on in the cooler months, but in Summer a soft drink or chilled water is usually appreciated.
My grandmother used to go so far as to make sandwiches, but I do think there’s a line to be drawn, and I draw it after sandwiches but before refreshing beverages. Well, unless they’re going to be there during what would normally be their lunch time, or for more than a couple of hours.
(On preview, I completely agree with what **uglybeech ** said about hospitability. I somehow missed it when I first read through the thread.)
You know, if more people had to work for a living for a year or two, then we’d have less classist morons to complain that the “working-class oaf” had the nerve to take a shit in the* toilet. * The toilet- of all places! :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
I predict that this will be another “backfired rant” that the OP will request to have closed- soon. 
Because… why? He painted his version of the Mona Lisa on your walls, using all-too-earthy tones? He crapped in the shower? He used your facial cleansing towels to wipe his ass? He splooged on your silk bathrobe?
Or do you just have some serious fucking mental health issues that need addressed?
It’s a bathroom. It’s for shitting. Maybe I’m just overworked and tired, or maybe I’m just trashy and don’t know how the finer folks live, but I cannot believe how fucking cuntish your tone is. “Oh, my heavens! That peasant had the nerve to use mah powder room for… bodily functions!” Get the flying fuck over yourself.
So you’re pissed bercause someone needed to use your bathroom. :rolleyes: It’s a bathroom. Get over it.
I have to admit, and I’m probably the only one in this thread, that strangers using anything in my home makes me feel a bit oogy.
But it’s more the thought of the stranger than it is of what they’re doing. And for heaven’s sake, things DO clean up, even if they aren’t as tidy as you might be. Even “skid marks” in the commode bowl are easily taken care of with bleach, or those little fizzy tablets.
So even though I can understand a bit of stranger-shyness or feeling a wee bit uncomfortable on that account, the whole “he dared poop in my precious toilet” thing is a bit weird. Unless, like others have mentioned, you neglected to tell us about something truly gross he did, like leave poop other places than the toilet or used your guest towels for toilet paper or something.
Like her shit doesn’t stink? :dubious:
Pot, meet kettle, brown.
I have to admit I’d be a little put off if anyone; family, workers, whomever, left a mess, especially a smelly mess in my bathroom. I was taught that it wasn’t polite (and in some instances not sanitary) to leave evidence behind when answering the call of nature, no matter where you might be. A sort of potty TMI, if you will. Not that you shouldn’t do what you had to do, but you left the area clean and an attempt at freshening up should be made.
The last time I had strangers in my home (why it’s not occurred with friends or family I dunno) who had to use the restroom, they left behind glaring evidence of severe palsy and/or extreme vision problems. There were puddles of urine left at the base of the toilet and splashes all over the seat and lid. Yuck. I don’t particularily enjoy cleaning any mess, but that it was stranger pee, made it a little worse. Yes, I know that’s not very rational, but there you go. I just put on my rubber gloves and cleaned up, since what was done was done. I am looking into one of those little ‘sprinkle when you tinkle’ signs though.
I think it’s humorous, that while everyone admits we all shit, and all shit stinks, they automatically assume that it’s the quality of the shitter’s shit that’s raising all the ire.
A short list of people who I wouldn’t allow to leave my bathroom a mess (like, oh my gawd I need bleach for my nostrils, eyes, and toilet mess):
Bill Gates, Johnny Depp, random waitress, Natalie Portman, random mechanic, random scientist, Stephen King, my boyfriend, my sister, and Thom Yorke.
But then again, with remarks like
I can’t really say your reasoning is altogether. That really threw me off. All I can say is: Wow.
I had this exact same situation happen to me a couple months back. I moved into a tiny apartment and needed my cable modem hooked up. When the tech showed up to do it, it took nearly two hours because the network was slow.
After the first hour, it became pretty obvious the guy was in severe gastric distress. He was doubled over in pain by the time he finally asked if he could maybe please use the bathroom. The poor guy was in there at least 20 minutes, and when he came out…well, no amount of air neutralizer could cover the smell. The poor guy was mortified. I thought to myself, “WWMMD?” (What would Miss Manners do?), and pretended not to know why he was apologizing.
Yes, it was gross. Yes, it made me not want to use my bathroom, even though there were no visible signs of the dreaded Number Two. But I threw some Lysol at the problem and called my sister to giggle about it.
Shit happens. That’s life. Get over yourself. Nobody wants to take a smelly dump in someone else’s house, but sometimes the need arises. A gracious person realizes that this is one of the things you must reasonably put up with when you invite someone into your home–be it your swell chum from the country club or the plumber you hired to unstop your drain.
Yes! It is one of the functions, that just does not happen. Like a juicy fart ripped between the appetizer and the soup. You don’t acknowledge it, you don’t talk about it. Manners!
In the case of the Mad Shitter, you wait until they leave (if other guests complain, you may need to freshen the area hastily), clean up, and go on with life.
But, you are allowed to feel pissed about it. You just can’t tell anyone. Except message boards. 
I suppose someone could think of a funny way to highlight the idea of being “anal” about “crap”, but I’ll settle for having seen a user named “Smeghead” comment in a circumcision thread 
Of course you have the right to feel however you like.
But why not try being gracious and sympathetic, and let go of the petty anger? I guarantee you that every last one of us will be in this awkward position one day. Even those who believe they are “too posh to poop.”
If it bothers you that much, get a worker to install a bathroom ceiling exhaust fan. And watch him to make sure he doesn’t take a dump while doing it.
I thought this was pretty common practice too. I got a door replaced last summer and the crew was there all day (16 doors in 2 buildings) and I not only gave the nice men refreshing, filtered, chilled water, but I also gasp made my ‘facilities’ available. Let’s face it, most of us have ready access to bathrooms at work. Imagine Sat on Cookie , if your boss made you leave work to go to a gas station to make your donation. You’d be pissed that you had to pack up and leave. Then imagine if you were the person who had to clean the gas station bathroom after all the carpet cleaners shat there all day, you’d be pissed. If I were a carpet cleaner, and I were working at a house without bathroom access…you can bet there would be a ‘suprise’ like the one CRich found on his/her roof lurking under a really heavy piece of furniture.
I’ve had house guests who fumigated the whole damn apartment, they are still welcome at my house because people don’t have alot of control over how their shit stinks. Your rant makes you sound like an elitist snob who has a major problem with normal bodily functions. It wasn’t personal. He probably waited around to see if the smell would dissapate, or looked to see if you had any matches or spray. If you didn’t, then it is really you who were inconsiderate.
Sat on Cookie: Did it occur to you that if he was whacking off in there, he might have been thinking about you while he did it?
Oh fuck. I could really use some brain bleach right about now. (shudder!!!)