Left A Stool In The Stall, Part 2

(I work in a store that is particularly popular with the elderly. I am helping out with the changing rooms. A little old lady shuffles up to me without any clothes. I try not to look.)

Me: “Oh! Uh… how did you… uh… find it, ma’am?”

(The lady gives me an awkward smile, and potters off.)

Coworker: “She’ll have left a mess in the room; go tidy up.”

(As I near the empty changing room, an overpowering smell hits me. I slowly open the door to the room, revealing the sweet little old lady has ‘relieved’ her bowels in a corner of the room! Whilst I am standing there, gagging in shock, me coworker appears and sighs.)

Coworker: “God-d*** it, again?!”