I work at a restaurant that stays open until 4 a.m. on Fridays and Saturdays for the bar rush. Last Saturday, this group of drunk people come in and when they go to leave, one of them is just laying in the booth, refusing to get up and leave. Eventually, she vomits all over the floor underneath the booth, and guess who has to clean it up. If you guessed, this guy, you would be correct. Eventually, they went outside, and she proceeded to call the police and then fall into the fetal position, in the cold, in the mud, crying. She was eventually taken away in an ambulance, and hopefully jailed for public intoxication.
I hate people.
I can do you one better. One night, it was the first Mizzou home game against Georgia. I had a large volume people coming in left and right in the middle of the night after the game to get snacks and use the bathrooms ( god forbid they'd have to use the rest stop the town before but I digress). So one older guy in Georgia gear comes in and heads straight to the bathroom. The guy stays in there for awhile, until his wife brings him a pair of pants, and he leaves. At the time I thought nothing of it, he's an older guy so he probably had to take awhile and he wanted to change his clothes.
So after awhile, I'm doing cigarette count (I do nights at a conveince store) when I have the urge to go take a leak. I go to the men's room and there I see it, there was shit everywhere. From the handicap stall to the sink, a trail of shit with chunks, smears, and all. I immediately go into turbo clean mode, it took me a good hour to clean up that whole disaster. If I remember right, I was screaming to myself in anger as how I wished George Sherman salted the earth while he burned down Georgia. So yeah, that one was pretty bad.