I have said it before ............. I hate bathroom duty. I really don't mind cleaning up after folks, been doing that most of my life. But, every year I wonder what new and amazing mess will await me when I enter that sanctuary of necessity.
One year it was the mud fight that a couple of boys had that made me crazy. I had to have a ladder to clean the mud off the ceiling. Then there were the two young men who decided the pool was too cold and that it would be fun to commandeer both ladies' and men's' showers. They turned the water on as hot as they could stand it and then would run jump into the pool, then run back to the still running hot showers. According to the camper who finally brought it to my attention this had been going on for a couple of hours. His family had been waiting to get into the showers and were tired of waiting. He didn't tell me earlier because he didn't want to "get in trouble". Yeah, I know, makes no logical sense that a grown man would "get in trouble" for telling on two teens for acting stupid. I don't know which made me madder, the boys in the showers or the man watching it happen. When I approached said young men, one was smart mouthed enough to tell me that his dad paid to be in this campground and that he could do as he pleased. I grabbed him by the ear lobe and drug him out of the ladies shower before I could stop myself. I am fortunate that his dad wasn't one to sue. They haven't ever returned and for that I am thankful.
The dilemma surrounding bathroom problems is that there is no way to know who has broken something. Can't put cameras in there. Yesterday morning I did a quick sweep and mop and fill of paper product and things looked okay. Trashcans were about 3/4 full, but I was running a little behind and had to open the store. A couple hours passed and everyone had their ice and morning necessities, so I locked the door and went to grab the trash and reline the cans. In, then out and back in the store in a matter of minutes. Not really. I entered the men's room after the requisite knock to make sure I didn't walk in on anyone. I had trouble pushing the door all the way open. The lid to the toilet tank was blocking it. Three rolls of tissue were wet on the floor and the tissue holder had been ripped from the wall. To top it all off, someone had apparently stepped in dog poop and had smeared in the floor in an effort to remove it from their foot/shoe. I saw a man and a little boy leaving the bathroom as I rounded the corner of the building. Were they the culprits? Don't know. And, if they weren't, why wouldn't the man want to alert me to the mess he walked in on? So I grab the mop and bucket again with my ever present Lysol and bleach and get to work after I put the toilet back together. As I am cleaning the mess up I am approached countless times to go open the store and I keep saying I will be there as soon as I can. Even if I had work campers this weekend, do you really think they would tackle the mess?
This morning I head to my daily dilemma and think I am prepared for whatever awaits me. I am not. There is someone in the park who is not picking up after their dog(s). Unless I see it happen and know who it is I can't do anything about it. Looked like maybe a small child's footprint on the wall...... the medium used was dog$**!. It was in the shower drain and all over the floor and various places on the walls. The light had no doubt been on all night with the door open and the place is swarming with flies, ants and mosquitoes. It was not fun, I tell you.
On to the ladies room. I smell it, but can't find it as I do my initial sweep. No dog&**! here. No, this is distinctly human in smell. I move the small trash can tucked in the corner, wedged in between the wall and toilet ........... and voila! There it is. Some one relieved themselves behind the trashcan. I am wondering not only why, but how this happened. Makes me want line all the campers up in a long row and question them one by one. I want to know who the dog owner is and who the $**! smearer is. Just a dream, I know.