Notes » June 2009

Poop Disturber

Back when we lived in Causeway Bay, I stumbled across a nasty scene that defied belief.

As I passed through the enclosed common area between our building and the building on the next street, I saw an older fellow standing over an open manhole cover, jabbing a long wooden pole into the hole, which was filled with excrement.

And this guy was stirring it.

As best I could guess, he was trying to unclog something. The odor was rank and filled the entire area, but the guy didn't even bother to wear a mask. Through his exertions he also spread some of the crap onto the floor around the hole, and was walking around in it in his street shoes.

Think about that the next time you complain about how much you hate your job.

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