The men I live with like to talk about poo...

So back to my icky contractor...I was just about to finish up the story when Sam busted in our conversation. "I had something worse than that happen today", he grinned in a disgusting sort of way.

If you don't know Sam is an electrician. Electricians poo too. They are only permitted to go in port-o-pots. Apparently there are a limited number of these outdoor wonders on the job sites. He said he had to piss really bad and went outside to the port-o-pot. When he opened the door he discovered a horrid site. Someone had taken a gigantic shit on the lid of the toilet. He said there was shit everywhere. To make matters worse there was a shitty wiped ass piece of t.p. shoved in the urinal.

He went back to work. Later one of the other guys came back in the house cussing up a storm. He was yelling about how he couldn't believe someone did that. Sam said that is was probably a joke. Someone thought it would be funny. He explained how shit like that was always happening at home. The guy was adamant that it had to me a Mexican worker because of the tell tale toilet paper in the urinal.

In Mexico there is bad plumbing. You're not supposed to flush your t.p. when done. You're to put it in the trash can. This guy figured it was someone from Mexico who was in the habit of doing such a thing. Never the less, it was disgusting!

A little while later Sam started sharing other port-o-pot stories. My favorite one was about one of his co-workers who dropped his cell phone in the port-o-pot. Oh my, I can just picture the guy telling his boss his cell phone took a dive into the blue juice. Michael's favorite was about port-o-pot vents. I guess there is a long pvc pipe for venting on some models of port-o-pots. Sam said in the winter the venting works in the opposite direction too. He said someone will be sitting on there and it will be 20 degrees outside. All of the sudden there will be a blustery gust and it comes up through the pipe right to your butt hole. It's funny to here grown men whine...

To continue the poop stories. The next chapter was about how morbidly obese people wipe their ass(this was spurned from a Simpson's episode) . Sam's dad had a patient like this once. They had a heart to heart and he finally asked him. The guy said he had to use the toilet brush wrapped with t.p. Damn. Could you imagine not being able to wipe your own ass? That's just sad.
The conversation went further, but I'm sure you get the idea. I wonder what the fascination with poo is all about. I guess I just don't get it. On top of that I wonder if normal people talk about poo. I think they probably don't. Is it too much to ask to talk about current events at dinner? I don't want these men dumbing me down....hehehe.