A sordid twist of fate

[lizblackdog]

i just had to clean up a pile of ...something in the hallway. It certainly came out of a human; I only got close enough to drop a plastic bag over it and gingerly pick it up with two large pieces of cardboard, and I held my breath and averted my eyes so I can't swear to which end of a human it might have come out of.

i cleaned it up because the horror of dealing with it was marginally less horrible than the thought of facing it again in the morning. also, someone would have likely blamed my dogs for it.

I didn't puke, though it was a near thing. I want to kick whoever did that in the face.

Comments

[mbif.livejournal.com]

That's just nasty. Ew!

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

it's not, luckily, the sort of thing that happens often - or ever, actually, in the four years I've been here. Barring downstairs' GSD's housetraining fails when she was still a puppy, but that was only a couple of puddles.

we have a guy living down the hall who's very old, infirm and a VERY sloppy drunk. I really hope this isn't going to become a habit.

[mbif.livejournal.com]

If it does, could you complain to your landlord?

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can - and maybe if it's Old Drunk Guy i can get Social Services onto him. He's teetering on the edge of being unable to look after himself; but this'd be the first time his behaviour's gone past really fucking annoying and into intolerable.

[james-the-evil1.livejournal.com]

Ugh, yeah, if it's him it sounds like he's to the realm of "needing help."

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

Yes. I won't sic social services on him if I don't HAVE to. Everyone likes to be independent as long as they can be. But if this is going to happen more than once he needs to be in sheltered accomodation or something. Or at least not HERE.

Of course bloody Squish tried to eat it. That was what nearly tipped me over the edge into puking myself.