Someone pooped. Someone pooped on the floor. It was a big poop. It didn’t seem to have come from a child, but who are we to judge just how much poop can come out of a child with a great, big push?
Did anyone confess to making such a big poop? Did anyone offer to help clean it up? Did anyone even offer up a suspect whose anus was likely still recovering from such an exodus?
No. No. And no.
There was only one child of diaper age present, and that child sat with his mother at a computer, making the rest of the staff eye him suspiciously in case he was the pooper and he had more in him. Since everyone just stood around watching the staff clean up the semi-soft poop, it could’ve been any of them.
Sincerely, if you work at my library long enough, you start looking at every patron as a possible suspect of depositing poop in inappropriate places.
Is he someone who would poop in the middle of the computer area? Could that lady pinch a loaf over in the romance books and just walk away? What about the teenager who is apprehensively pacing in the Anime collection – is he trying to spread his diarrhea all around?
I know that everyone poops because I read about it, but why do they keep pooping all over my library?
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2 comments:
I have missed your blog so much!
Welcome back to the little corner of hell we in the know call the public library.
Sorry I laughed. Ever since I've been reading you this has been happening. You need a dedicated Poo Patrol. Put all those with heavy colds on it.
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