About a week ago, our director discovered a mess in one of our men's restrooms. He said it was not just a few sprinkles on the seat due to poor aim. Someone hit the seat and left a huge puddle between the toilet and the sink. Apparently it looked intentional, but I'm not an expert on male pee patterns.
Four days later, our director discovered another mess in the same restroom. He said it was exactly the same as the previous mess as far as placement and volume, and now he's certain it's intentional. Unfortunately, we can't think of a good way to catch our serial pisser, other than checking the restroom after each use.
I tried to cheer up our director by saying, "At least it's not exploding bowels again." He is retiring in two months and replied, "Oh, that is by far the worst memory I'll have from this job." When our director helped clean up the latter of the two bowel explosions (both in the same men's restroom as the more recent serial pissing), he had to go home to change his pants afterwards due to splashage. Worst memory indeed.
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