12.
“An older gentleman, probably in his late 60s to early 70s, boarded the plane and told me he had bathroom issues. I was working the aft galley and he sat in the very last row. I assumed he meant he had bladder issues and had to pee frequently, so I didn’t really pay any attention. Just before we went into sterile flight on the descent, he got up as quickly as a man of his age could and rushed to the lavatory. He did his business and sat back down.”
“Without checking, I locked the lav as I’m required to on my A/C before takeoff and before landing. As we deplaned, he got up and looked back at me and said, ‘I’m so sorry.’ He got his things and deplaned. At the time of his apology, I didn’t think anything of it.
Fast-forward 10 minutes later, and I had to go pee. I opened the door, and what was on the ground? A shit the size of a small guinea pig. Like a log of shit. A healthy 70-year-old shit. Sitting right there, looking at me.
Called for bio and went for a walk in the terminal because at this point in my career, I’ve officially seen it all.”
