You my fellow readers, are very lucky people. Very lucky I didn't take a photograph of what happened at work today, and equally lucky that some kind of 'smell-O-vision' thing doesn't quite exist yet.
After all the customers at work left our boss decided to pump the urinals at work (you can already see where this is going.) 5 minutes into the job we could hear a distant screaming for the tallest person working to come and help very, very loudly from down the hall. My co-worker responded but I followed along for good measure and in case they needed me. A large bolt above the urinals desperately needed to be tightened in order to cease the spray of stale urine coming from the pipes. As if this wasn't bad enough, a small deposit (roughly the size of an anthill) of crystallized wee had piled up onto the floor and the stench was simply atrocious. A fellow co-worker believed that we were all over-reacting to the situation, after seeing the carnage in the bathroom though he had to just sit down for a few minutes in order to process what had happened; I think it spoiled his day.
In fairness it needed doing and the whole system works a hell of a lot better than it did after cleaning it through, it was just a very smelly and unpleasant 30 minutes,
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