I decided the story needed its own thread. So ever since I started working for Regis salons, I heard about a disgusting little creature that would go around to different locations, shit himself, and get off on it. I always thought it was a bogus story until one unfortunate afternoon.
He was a small man, no taller than 5'5, unkempt looking and portly. He sat in my chair and after we discussed business, he immediately started asking me if something stank. I politely replied no, even though he did. As much as I tried to start up other conversations, he just kept going back to that same question, "Do I stink?".
All of a sudden it hit me, this is the man I had always heard stories about. He asks "Do I stink?" one more time and finally I said "Yes, something smells awful.". He then proceeds to ask "What does it smell like, describe it to me?". Finally, I turn the chair around, look him in the eye, and say "I know exactly who you are, I know exactly what you do, you need to leave this place right now and never come back.". He stood up, ripped the Cape off of him, and turned so I could clearly see that he soiled his khaki pants.
Then the asshole asks for a hug. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!? I lost it and yelled "Get the hell out of here you disgusting little perv!" He left with the shit dripping behind him and that was the WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!
Re: The day someone shit their pants in my chair.
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I read this thread to my DH and he thought it was pretty funny!
No love story here, just fond memories of working in retail.
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