Someone in my building at work has shit that smells like mint.
The only explanation I can come up with is that she must just be chowing down on Altoids all day.
In our other building, we had some rancid pooper whose identity I finally discovered, but my desk had a line of sight right to the women’s bathroom. Now, I’m in an actual office tucked in an actual suite clear down the hall and around the corner. If I want to unmask the mint pooper, I’m going to have to make frequent trips to the bathroom.
Bottoms up, Diet Dr Pepper! We have work to do.