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[totsnotfake13]

Piss Rags

I'd like to try and regale some of my work horror stories, and the nature that is a donation center for a charity organization. To start, an early and infamous incident into my tenure there. (With names changed as necessary) Roughly 6-8 months into my job, I'm watching a newish member of our team carry a plastic tub full of clothes to the dock. He's struggling though, i don't know much about him, haven't seen much of him so i'm working under the assumption he's just not very strong. He gets to the dock, heaves this tub, and it thuds. It's my job anyways, so I go over and try to lift, and myself notice it's heavy. Coworker goes off for another tub. I notice, they're wet looking, to test this I stick my full hand, wrist deep, into this tub. It's soaking wet. Coworker returns, another thud. He's picking up speed, making his way back for another tub, I raise my wetted hand to my nose, he's making his way back with another tub. I take a whiff. It's piss. Urine soaked clothes, smelly feted fabrics. Thud goes to the 3rd tub. Coworker about midway to his 4th tub of these clothes notices me gagging, stops to witness me point, yell "IT'S PISS" at this donator. I'm unable to stop myself, pose breaks and I continue to gag, and from my watery eyes I watch her jump into the urimobile and skid off like a cartoon villain into the sunset never to be seen again. I try, so hard to ask my coworker why he didn't notice or smell anything about these clothes, and he's just as dumbfounded at his own inability to have noticed.

So there are 3 tubs worth of pissy clothes in my job, and it's my job on this hot summer day to dispose of them. So I struggle, drag and use whatever I can to cover my nose as I bring these plastic tubs to our trash compactor. On this hot day, I lift and dump these clothes onto the metal chute for our compactor. The urine seemingly vaporizes, the smell intensifies and is almost visibly emanating from the hole in the wall. We repeat this process twice more, and I go to wash and disinfect my arm and body. As I come back to the dock, my other coworkers are trying their best not to gag, the entire warehouse reeked of this for a solid 3-4 hours, and mercifully dissipated by the next day.

Nothing came of this, the mysterious pisser has never come forward, but the tale lives on in the singed nose hairs of those that experienced it. There are other stories of the workplace, but this is a great one to start.