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Originally Posted by -King-
WTF Rico? How the **** could you stand doing that for 5 years? I swear as soon as a grown man shits in my car, I'd just stop and leave him wherever we are, even if it's on the highway. Seriously.... WTF?
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Well, first off... I always made sure I had a "shitmobile" that I drove exclusively for work. I drove a 2000 Hyundai Elantra and a 2001 Ford Taurus, both with high mileage exclusively for work during that time...wouldn't drive my Caddy's there unless my shitmobile was in the shop being repaired.
Also, I ensured that I was putting plastic on my seats every time I went to work. I used to get barked at by case managers for doing this, for the clients would call them and complain about me doing it because they felt "stigmatized." But I didn't care. I'd bark back at them and remind them that the county supplied them company vehicles to work with and that I had to use my own.
Sounds crazy, but it pissed me off a lot at first, but I seriously did just get used to it. I mean, I never failed to tell them the social norms they broke every time they did it...basically lectured them like a parent. But I did get used to it to the point where I wasn't upset about it for very long after it happened.
I hated it moreso when the other client would do it. As mentioned, the guy I chronicled was cool about helping me clean it up. He became comfortable enough with me that he wasn't embarrassed or anything and he did understand that it wasn't acceptable. He would genuinely feel bad about it. The other client was an obese female that would become straight up volatile when she'd do this and I'd ask her to help me clean it up. It was a pain in the freaking ass, every single time. And to make things even worse, she didn't eat anything other than tuna sandwiches. There is nothing that smells worse than digested tuna (with an exception of a rhinolith...as I learned on Hamas's sex thread).
And this person was comfortable with me and was not embarrassed that I knew she pooped her pants...so that wasn't why she'd be pissed. She would be pissed because she was so freaking lazy that she didn't want to put in the "work" to help me clean up her poop mess. I think that's why she would poop her pants to begin with...because she was too lazy to GET UP AND WALK to the bathroom. Ugh.
There is some really ****ed up shit in rural/underpopulated regions of Iowa. I could go on and on and on, obviously.