40 of us (including management, support, and grunts) occupied the back half of a building; the front was unoccupied at the time. Naturally, the rear bathroom facilities and cruder than the front facilities. In the men’s bathroom, there were two stalls and one urinal. For a few months, “Crapper-John”, who was a serial non-flusher, would defecate into the toilet and walk away, failing to dispose of the contents. Annoying, but there are always jerks in every office.
One day we’re issued an email, about an “all-hands” meeting. Every message I ever received included the term “All-hands” was a code-word for bad news; rumors flew about layoffs. About 40 of us show up expecting the worst–instead the only topic was the principle manager sternly warning us that if ever caught the person “not flushing the toilet”, they would be fired. It was visceral, emotionally angry rant. We, on the other hand, were trying to keep a straight face like the soldiers in the Pontius Pilate scene in The Life of Brian.
But no lay-offs. Woo-Hoo!
Then the copycatting started. Another meeting… :rolleyes:…
I, along with others, started secretly using the the front facilities to avoid suspicion.
That manager eventually retired, but “Crapper-John” continued his reign of terror long after I left.