One of the MFG plants I used to support told a number of operatives that their short term contracts would not be renewed at the end of the week. An hour or so later one of the operatives walked into the main bathroom by the canteen and took a scuttery dump on the floor by the sink as an act of protest.
I never saw the plant manager so vexed by something
He got carried away with that one. I was a couple years ahead of him at same school and the phantom shitter would.just smear shit on a blackboard. This map stuff is fanciful altogether
There was another fella would shit in a crisp packet and go around offering people a crisp
Fecal matters.
Back when I was a younger man and I’d frequent the excellent dive that was Fibber Magees there was a fella who would shit in a pint glass and somehow get it back to the bar without anyone seeing him. He was a sorcerer of pints of shite.
I don’t recall those incidents but a statue of holy Mary was stolen and hidden and “we want €10,000 for holy Mary” written in green paint across the wall she’d been on.
That was nessans was it? Had heard baby Jesus being taken from manger and ransom note being left
No that was ardscoil.
To neatly combine the thread topic and the current discussion about religious iconography, all Catalonian Christmas cribs contain a figure having an Eartha Kitt. The Caganer, he’s called.
Latin for a loaf of brown?
Just Googled Ertha! Penny dropped shall we say!
A Caganer (Catalan pronunciation: [kəɣəˈne]) is a figurinedepicted in the act of defecation appearing in nativity scenes in Catalonia and neighbouring areas with Catalan culture such as Andorra, Valencia, and Northern Catalonia(in southern France). It is most popular and widespread in these areas, but can also be found in other areas of Spain(Murcia), Portugal, and southern Italy (Naples).
The name " El Caganer " literally means “the pooper”. Traditionally, the figurine is depicted as a peasant, wearing the traditional Catalan red cap (the barretina) and with his trousers down, showing a bare backside, and defecating
Talking to a few high-flying mates at the weekend. They were laughing at a dopey pleb like me but they tolerated me just like you boys do.
We somehow got on the topic of work toilets. One of them said that they’ve a problem with a really nasty Phantom Shitter in the Central Bank. This Phantom Shitter has been putting down the toilet seat and shitting all over it, sometimes with diarrhea. They’re always dropping the bomb in the middle of the day and it’s been going on for a few years but no-one has been able to work out who it is.
This sparked the interest of another friend. He said that his fancy big law firm had a copycat offender for a few years who also used to smear shit over the cubicle walls and door sometimes. Again, always around the middle of the day when the toilets were busy. Again, never caught. The identity of the Phantom Shitter was the number one topic of conversation on nights out until the phantom shitting suddenly stopped a few years ago, never to reoccur.
At the time my friend thought that perhaps the Phantom Shitter had died but suddenly he had a new idea… perhaps they had moved to the Central Bank? This sparked a good 10 or 15 minutes of my mates assembling a shortlist of people who had moved from this firm to the CB.
I said it didn’t surprise me in the slightest. Everyone knows those places are full of American Psycho types.
I’ve heard all about the Central Bank shitter from lads who work there.
Patrick Smeary
there was a fella in a multinational i worked in years ago used to alternate between toilets and traps and leave them in an awful state, we’re talking everywhere but the bowl. The phantom shitter he was called. I believe it was targeted at a very, very angry cleaning contractor who’d have to clean it up.
High flying and central bank?
That was my takeaway also. An oxymoron.
Full of lads who buy their slacks in Penneys
They were laughing at me but I don’t have to deal with Patrick Bateman types.
Shatrick
I was also reminded this evening about the nails in the coffee jar and the defiled tranquility room. Bunch of sick bastards work there.
Is the phantom varying where he attacks or is it in the same Jacks?
I used to work in the old building on Dame St. They had a smashing one on the mezzanine level. Guaranteed peace as it was a one trapper, very few knew about it and those that did avoided it as it required a walk up and down the stairs.
Great place to work. The 32 hour week was full on but there was great camaraderie there.