Subterranean By Design...
---Human Decency---
2003-11-11 - 1:33 a.m.
Ahh, Monday. Normally, Monday is my bowling day, but today I had a dinner engagement with my italian-style girlfriend and the fam. Red Lobster. Crab Alfredo. I ate it. It was good. I also found an opportunity for a very specialized pun. It was well recieved (whether the punees will admit it or not). Stopped in at bowling after dinner to chill for a while. Kathy Owens was pretty upset that I wasn't there to bowl against her, but not too upset as she had thrown under 120 her first game. Also, she told me that she had won $750 on the slots at Soaring Eagle, which gave me the desire to fly to Vegas, but I restrained myself. The boys (and Christina) had lost the first game by under ten pins (Andy had thrown an 85) and then lost the next game by six pins when I was there. One of the chicks on the other team didn't have an established handicap, so those first two games could change. Came to find out that we won the last game handily, so we took at least three points. We'll know the final verdict next week. I spent the rest of the night at Wells working on an assigment that had been due at 9AM. It's almost done now. Oops!
While at Wells, I used the bathroom on the first floor twice. The first time I was in there, a foul, familiar stench dominated, and I had to switch to oral inhaling in order to prevent olfactory destruction. One of the stalls was shut, so I figured the culprite was hard at work. Later, I used the bathroom again. This time it was empty, but the odor (for lack of a stronger, more disgusting word) remained. I peeked in the previously occupied stall and saw a sight that makes me lose all faith in human decency. The perpetrator that had been in there earlier had decided to mark his territory all over the seat and floor. It was a mess. Thank the Lord I didn't have to clean it up.
Now, to fully appreciate what a disgusting act this is, you have to be in the position where you do have to clean it up. Yours truly was in that position for three summers. My last three years working for the city of Muskegon, I was stationed near or at the beach. It was a nice job as far as temperature, babes, and scenery were concerned. But some of the most disgusting things were found while patrolling Kruse, Pere Marquette, and Elliot parks. Some examples of things that Toolie had to deal with; Dead animals that had been baking/breeding maggots in the sun for a day or so, random condoms (used), dirty diapers left in the parking lot (trash can twenty feet away), trash can thirty feet out in Lake Michigan, any trash cans after a good rain and sun bath. OK, those are the decent ones. There were also...
The "women's waste" receptacles that had to be changed and often cleaned at beach area parks. Shit on the floor, toilet seats, and walls (yes, the walls) that nobody else was going to clean up, and bags of human waste drained from a trailer and left in a bag on the side of the road (we had to quadruple bag that sucker before wrestling it into the truck and dumpster).
Now having filled you in on the darker side of parks maintenance, I want to make the point that whoever did this tonight in Wells deserves to eat their own shit. That is the view that I have of this person. They are not worthy to live in society. They should be cast out into the wild, where they can shit wherever they want. I would have no pity in casting judgement on this person. Anything bad that can possibly happen to this person is not just punishment. A new form of punishment must be invented to fit this crime. What crime is it? Total lack of respect for fellow humans. By the time I left Wells, the mess had been cleaned. I can only wonder how many times the janitor's gag reflex had kicked in, or how many times they cursed the person and their job. I don't take janitors for granted. We'd live in filth without them.
If I had known, on my first visit, what the person in the stall was up to, I would have handed judgement right there (assuming, of course, that I could take the guy). I wish I knew who did it, so I could round up a posse and run hits on this person once a week so that they never pull such a dispicable stunt again. But I can't, and dwelling on it will only further enrage me. So I'll try and put it out of my mind and focus on the good job that the Wells Hall janitor does.
What type of people do these kind of things? I'd love to talk to the parents of this child (obviously this person is still very much a child) and see what kind of values they attempted to infuse him with. Things like this make me thank God for the parents that I was born to. Not everyone is so lucky.
Song currently on WinAmp: "Your Momma Don't Know" by Nathan and the Zydeco Cha-Chas. I heard this song once onthe way back to my dorm room on 94.9 on Sunday night. They always play different stuff on Sunday night, and so I downloaded the song as soon as I was back in my dorm room. A fun song, but it can get a tad annoying if listened to multiple times in a short period.
Two Steps Forward - Two Steps Back
