“During the Sunday morning rush I ran outside to my car real quick to grab something. I came back in and went straight back to serving my tables. As I was power-walking to my tables, I wondered if someone had farted. It smelled so strong like poop that it almost made me gag. I got through all three of my tables’ drink orders and rushed to the back to get started, still wondering who’d shit their pants.
“I went to the computer to put the drink orders in and noticed everyone was kind of buzzing around as if something was up. I ignored it. Thirty seconds later a waitress ran in and yelled, ‘SOMEONE STEPPED IN THE SHIT!!!!!’
“I looked down and there was green poop covering my left shoe and up my pant leg! I started yelling and looked behind me to see that there were poop tracks all the way through the restaurant where I’d stepped in a steaming pile of diarrhea shit. I hopped on one foot over to the drain where we dump the mop bucket and started spraying my foot off.
“I asked where the shit came from and NOBODY knew! It was literally in the middle of the dining room, a perfect pile. Everyone called me ‘shitkicker’ after that.”